‘startled by his furry shorts!’ (Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, Book 7)

Jas said, “Oh well, maybe something really NICE will happen.”
I said, “Yeah and maybe Hitler was really lovable, just misunderstood.”

I dreamt that I had a conversation with Jesus. Jesus had the hump because he didn’t like his frock and he said his lipstick didn’t suit his complexion. It brought out the orange in it.

Then he cleared his throat and said, “Ah the lovely Georgia, I have missed seeing you. I think you are how you say, ‘mad.’ In fact, the Stiff Dylans, they all say, ‘Yes, she is mad, that girl,’ but they like you.

walking to church 9:45 a.m.
Well, God cannot say that I do not try.

I said, “I like to think they look up to us as examples of womanhood.”
And Rosie said, “Yes, but what you have to keep in mind is that you are bonkers.”

monday morning july 4th on the way to stalag 14 8:20 a.m.
I am wearing a black armband because this is the day that the Hamburgese chucked all our teabags into the sea and said they didn’t want us to rule them anymore.
That is when they started making up their own language, and see where that has got them.
It has got them into the restroom of life.
And had them wearing panties instead of proper knickers.
But let them have it their way.
Let them wrap themselves in aluuuuuminum as much as they want.
We in Billy Shakespeare land do not hold grudges and will love them always.
Until they get more sense and let us rule them again.

Sometimes I feel so desperate, I almost wish I was like Jas. Not in the undercracker obsession department, but the way she just luuurves Hunky and doesn’t think about anyone else. Maybe it’s because he really likes her and doesn’t like anyone else and that encourages her. Or maybe it’s because her mutti and vati are like that.

Absolutely top!!! Dad has set fire to his own mustache. Blazing!
I think I can sleep easy now. Life does indeed have a bright side.