Frankenstein was in a bad mood today. The rain had washed away his lettuces. He made us all scrub pots in the greenhouse again out of spite.Miv is practicing for her blue belt in karate. I can hear the thumps and crashes coming from her bedroom.The rain is having a bad effect on Fat Bob. He has had to stay indoors again today and can't get out to chase cars. He is lying on my cabin bed looking depressed. I googled 'feline mental health' into my computer but it didn't come up with much. There's no point mentioning it to Mum. Fat Bob would have to be at death's door before Mum would take him to see Mr Clipper again after the last time. I will just have to wait and see if he perks up when it stops raining.More anon.
Finally, my broad bean has sprouted. It is two inches tall.Frankenstein says we can take them home on Friday at the end of term.It is Miv's birthday on Saturday March 31st. I will give it to her as a present. It will make a change from the usual make up and clothes that she gets.
Frankenstein, the school caretaker, was off sick today with elephantitis or something equally Victorian so we were saved from the most BORING lesson in the history of St Clements Primary.My broad bean has so far refused to sprout anyway so there wasn't much I could do except look at a pot full of soil.I have a suspicion that Lennox Hardy pinched my bean when I wasn't looking. He has been smirking at me in the greenhouse for the last two Tuesdays but that could be for any number of reasons; not least because Lennox likes to smirk at people. He seems to think it gives him some sense of superiority over them.I am above such things as petty smirking.My broad bean, however, is not.
The joys of spring: Compulsory Gardening Club in the school greenhouse every Tuesday lunchtime with Frankenstein the caretaker. Eighteen whole weeks of sowing marigold seeds and planting potatoes in the veg patch behind the science mobile. BORING!Frankenstein is at least a hundred years old. He wears these big clumpy boots. I think they're hob-nail boots or something, like they used to wear hundreds of years ago, probably when he was at school when Queen Victoria was on the throne. He tucks his trousers into his socks. He's deaf, even though he's got the biggest rubbery earlobes I have ever seen. When you ask him a question he cups a hand behind his ear and goes, 'Eh? Speak up boy,' in a voice that could shatter glass faster than a sonic boom. And he hates children.It was raining this lunchtime so we had to stay in the greenhouse and plant broad beans in pots with our names on. Frankenstein made the usual joke about my name. Ha! Ha! So funny!Lennox the Bully thinks he's hilarious
