The Catastrophic Friendship Fails of Lottie Brooks

Friday, January 21

I’m back! Sorry it’s been SO long but I have finally purchased a new diary, and I am looking forward to filling you in on all my exciting adventures . . . or I guess embarrassing adventures if we are being entirely honest, which is our thing, right?

(I’ve not figured out what the consequences will be yet but trust me—­and I’m speaking to you here, Toby—­you won’t want to find out!)

Anyway, did you miss me?

No?!

Well, that’s a bit rude!

Only kidding.

I guess it’s only been about a week, but it feels like longer IYKWIM because A LOT has happened since we last “met.” How about a handy list to fill you all in, eh?

OK, here we go. Stuff that has happened in the last week includes:

*Mom’s still in the hospital, but she’s finally coming home tomorrow. We’ve been to visit my new baby sister, Davina—­I mean BELLA (must get that right!)—­a couple of times and she is très cute! I mean, she doesn’t do much yet, but I guess we need to give her time as she’s still only ten days old.

*It’s been SO wonderful having Molly back from Australia—­we’ve seen each other almost every day and it’s just like old times!

*Amber and Poppy have been mostly staying out of my way. Phew.

*I’m kinda still a little bit crushing on Daniel. Like a real tiny bit. Almost nothing really.

*I absolutely do not spend loads of time sitting at my desk daydreaming about him and drooling all over my diary.

*Oh, who am I even kidding? I REALLY like him. But shhhh, don’t tell anyone, OK?

*Argh, and now I have ACTUALLY drooled on the page! Maybe if I give the drool a face it’ll look less disgusting?!

*Why do I ramble so much?! One minute I’m giving you an update on my life and the next I’m rambling on about Nigel the Blob of Drool. What were we even talking about again?

*Oh yeah . . . Dreamy Daniel! (He’s soooo nice.)

*I might need you to occasionally shout “GET A GRIP, LOTTIE!” if I start going on about him too much—­promise? I’ll pretend you said yes—­thank you.

*Hmmm. What else? The hamsters are still as CUTE AS EVER. I bet you missed them more than me, huh? They are extra delighted right now because I got them some new hammocks for their cage . . .

P.S. Hamsters absolutely deserve to live their best lives because their life expectancy is only two to three years on average, which seems incredibly unfair. But shhhhhh, don’t tell Fuzzball the 3rd and Professor Barnaby Squeakington that, since I don’t want them to get upset.

P.P.S. I’ve drawn them with cocktails because I thought it was funny but, just to be clear, hamsters DO NOT drink alcohol. If you start putting gin and tonic in their water bottle, then I have a feeling that they may live A LOT less than two to three years. You have been warned!