Then Harold shouted down, “Yes, it’s a squeeze, Lullah . . . but . . . it’s fun, isn’t it, boys?”

There was a lot of splashing and wild laughing from the twins and then Dibdobs shouting, “Now then, Max, get down from the sink because we don’t . . .”

There was an enormous splash and shouting, “Me in my bumbums!!!!!” Then hysterical laughing from the lunatic twins and shouting from Harold.

“You’re being very silly, boys! Don’t . . . now look, Sam, this has gone far enough. DO NOT make Dicky dive from the . . .”

And there was another splash and mad laughing.

I made a sandwich (not out of moss) and took it up to my squirrel room. There was water coming from under the bathroom door. I carefully closed my door to eat my local sandwich in peace.

I can’t help thinking about Charlie. It was so nice to see him yesterday. I feel like I can be myself around him. A bit nervy but not entirely mad. I wish I could get to know him better. It’s not very likely at this rate. Just bumping into him in the woods now and again. That’s more like having an elf for a friend.

Half an hour later it seemed quiet in the bathroom, so I took a chance and went to the loo. Dibdobs was reading a story to the boys in their bedroom. I could hear her saying, “And the big bad wolf said, ‘Come nearer, my dear.’ And Little Red Riding Hood said, ‘Ooooh, Grandma, what a big nose you’ve got,’ and the wolf said—”

Sam or Max shouted, “Look at my big bum, it’s SJUUUGE—”

Dibdobs shouted, “Boys, will you STOP this silly bum thing.”

The boys were hysterical with laughter. Poor Dibdobs.

About eight o’clock I heard the door open and someone come in downstairs. Oh good, it might be Ruby; I could do with some company.

A voice called up, “Harold, are you in? It’s Maurice. I’ve got an unusual leaf mold you might be interested in.”

Harold yelled, “I’m on my way down, forager friend!”

Poor, poor Dibdobs. But she doesn’t seem to mind Harold and his foraging.

I wonder if they snog, Dibdobs and Harold.

I wonder what number they’ve got to on my Lululuuuve List?

Oh Angel Gabriel on a tricycle, that’s made me feel really embarrassed and hot. I’m blushing, thinking about the “you know who”s even getting to Number 1 on the Lululuuuve List. I must think about something different.

It seems ages ago that I snogged Charlie. Weeks and weeks, but I can still remember what it felt like. I know, I’m going to try and re-create the snog on the back of my hand. If I half open my mouth and press it on my hand, I can see what that feels like. Mmm. It’s nice. I’ll apply a bit more pressure. And move my lips.

Nice. I’m quite good at this. I remember that he slightly put the tip of his tongue on the inside of my lips as he kissed me. I’ll try that. Oooooh, it tickles!