this is probably the most excited I’ve EVER been.
Mum says it’s a big responsibility,
that only mature little ladies are allowed to walk to the shop alone.
Maybe next time I can take you too
but today I’m packing light,
in case there’s lions and tigers in the bushes
that jump out and I have to run for my life.
I don’t think there’s ever been any sightings
of big cats down Andrews Lane
but it’s better to be safe.
I’m wearing my fast trainers just in case,
and Mum said not to talk to strangers
and she’ll wait for me at home
but if I’m not back in twenty minutes
she’s going to phone the shop
and I’d rather not have another telling off.
Wish me luck, Diary, it’s time to race the clock!
I made it just in time
but I took my pocket money
and got distracted by the jars of sweets
as I was standing in line for stamps.
They have THREE different flavours of fizzy laces now,
red and blue and green,
more than I could ever eat, more sugary than I’ve ever seen.
One only costs 10p, and I had £1.50
so I asked for five of each.
You should have been there, Diary,
when the till lady said ‘you want FIFTEEN?’
I said I did, because I’m a big girl now,
and I’d done all that walking and my legs are still growing,
but don’t tell Mum, she’ll worry my teeth are rotting
and probably wouldn’t feed me tea.
I ate most of them, but hid the rest in the usual spot
behind the drawers at the back of my desk.
She never checks there when she’s mad at me.
I think sometimes she just forgets
that growing up makes me hungry.