LYNN DID IT

Lynn did it last night . . . with Steve. She’d kept saying she would for ages. At one time she pretended they had but they hadn’t till last night, then they did. Oh well, she’s just copying Sandra and Pam and that horrid Erica who’d done it before she got to our class even. With lots she said.

Lynn and me we think that’s common. We wouldn’t do it with lots, only with a special one that we like and even then p’raps not. Anyhow she has. Last night. That means I’m the only one of our gang who hasn’t.

I’m seeing Clive tomorrow. I might let him. I might.

Well Clive came round last night. Our Mum and Dad were out. I’d told him we could have the place to ourselves. He winked. He knew what I meant.

Well there we were. There was the settee or the rug? Mum’s white sheepskin rug from Oxfam. That’d be fun, like a book, I thought. I bet none of the others did it on a rug.

Well, that’s what I thought but we started arguing. He said something rude about our Mum’s photo, about her being so stout, so I said about his Dad being such a boozer and we just argued and argued for ages, and then Clive said he was hungry. "What for?" I said trying it on a bit. "Why for summat to eat of course," he said.

So we went into the kitchen and there was this jar of beef dripping and Clive said he was dead keen on dripping so we made a whole stack of toast with lashings of dripping on and didn’t we stuff ourselves! And Clive started acting comic and doing some of his conjuring tricks and I nearly died laughing, then he looked at the time and said "Oh grill me guts, I’ll have to go else I’ll get bashed." (He’s dead funny really.)

So we didn’t do it after all. Sort of forgot I s’pose.

Next time we will tho’. P’raps?