Finally they came to pick me up from boarding school. The only positive thing was, as boarding schools go, it was pretty good. I liked Michelle who looked after me too and that just wasn’t because she smelled like tuna – although she did on the day the Mummies came to take me home. It was good to be home too – it didn’t look as though very much had happened while I was away. My stuff was all where I’d left it- which is always a relief. I don’t want to have to go looking for things because heavens only knows where M Kaz would have put anything. Bad enough I have to watch her going around and searching when she’s put something in a “safe place” (never to be found again, it seems) without me having to as well – because we all know I can’t actually open doors or drawers to look inside them – which is what M Kaz seems to do a lot of when she’s looking for something. The latest thing was a sim card but that story will have to wait until another time – which is what she’ll have to do because she hasn’t found it yet.
I don’t think I’ve been talking overly much since I came home and certainly not as much as Mimi did. I know I did chat a bit in the car as we drove home from the boarding school but that’s just so I could tell them everything that’s happened to me since I’d seen them last.
Nigella ... 