Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Dedication
- The Staring at the Wall Club
- The Pink Car
- Teatime in Germany
- Writing for Dummies
- I’ve Got Problems
- Up Our Tree
- No Way!
- I Hear Voices
- Ten Things
- Early Alarm
- The Grass Cutters
- Rebecca’s a Genius ☺
- Guilty ☹
- Jake’s a Genius
- SCUBAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
- The Army in the Box
- Dad, Help!
- Our Square Is a Battlefield
- Weakness
- Me, the Knight and the Wardrobe
- X + Y = Spy!
- Pass the Sauce
- Astroboy2008
- We Spy
- What Have I Done?
- Tipping Point
- That Kid
- Loser!
- Desperation
- Gunfight
- No Chance
- Postmortem
- I Can Keep a Secret . . .
- The Mechanical Turk
- Beginner’s Luck?
- Panic!
- Revenge?
- Champion!
- Tug of War
- The City and the Wall
- I’m Sorry, Jake
- Why Did Dad Do That?
- Surprise!
- First Round
- Tick, Tick, Tick
- Blue Lights and Disinfectant
- Is It Okay to Pray Only When You Want Something?
- Stage Fright
- Hugs and Soppy Films
- Plan B
- Uh Oh!
- What Mr Keytes Said
- Teatime in Germany, Again . . .
- Worms in My Belly
- Final
- Down, But Not Out
- Knockout
- When We Are Famous
- Can’t Wait Till Morning
- Alerts!
- What Do I Do?
- Confrontation
- Final Curtain
- Zip Wire
- Acknowledgements
‘It’s okay. Neuer morgen, neuanfang,’ he says sharply.
‘What does that mean?’ I ask.
‘New morning, new start.’
Ten Things
The whole house seems to shake when Granddad gets up in the morning, not because of his heavy footsteps but because all the clock alarms go off at the same time, including the two cuckoo clocks on the landing. I can hear his footsteps thudding as he rushes around the house turning them all off.
There isn’t one in the guest room though; Grandma told me that a guest should always feel like they are on holiday and be able to rest. So that’s what I’m doing, resting in the pink bed with pink pillows and pink duvet surrounded by pink walls and pink curtains, which make every day start like the sun is out (my grandma said that too, not me).
I pull on my socks and trousers. Granddad’s radio is playing German brass band music in the kitchen and the smell of bacon is wafting up the stairs. I puff out my cheeks. I wonder what Granddad has planned for me today – probably just a trip to Aldi! If it was Mum or Dad, I’d be going to the cinema or something – one time Dad even took me to the Memorial Stadium to watch Bristol Rovers. I wish I was going to watch Rovers, even if Dad did get annoyed last time because I kept fidgeting – and when I did sit still I daydreamed so much that I missed two goals.
I pull my sweatshirt on and head downstairs. On every step the music grows louder, but when I reach the bottom there’s no sign of Granddad in the kitchen. I walk into the dining room. He’s not there either. Maybe he’s forgotten about it. Maybe he’s not only talking to himself but he’s wandered off on his own like Mrs Gough did last year. She only went to the shops, but a day later the police found her walking along the M4 motorway towards the Severn Bridge.
My heart skips when I see a note on the dining room table. Please, Granddad, not you, not when Mum and Dad aren’t here to look for you.
I pick up the note and start to read.
Ten things I’d like to teach Felix.
The writing turns blurry. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and start again.
Ten things I’d like to teach Felix.
1. How to clean brass.
2. How to do the Bavarian Schuhplatter Knee Dance.
3. How to do clean the patio slabs.
4. How to mow a straight line on the lawn.
5. How to play chess.
6. How to make Rouladen.
7. How to play ‘Hoppe, Hoppe, Reiter’ on the glockenspiel.
8. How to shred paper.
9. How to read a book without losing your temper.
10. How to clean mould from the shower curtain.