The great white hope

I hope I get my School Council badge today. Incidentally, Erin is also a school councillor so we'll be off together on the many official "Fact-finding mission" jollies to beachfront hotels in the Maldives. She's also lunchtime monitor, computer monitor, Nile monitor and a thousand other jobs that all sound much more important than my Pencil Pot Monitor position. I told you she'd be prime minister one day. On a whim I invited LittleMax round after school and while we were waiting at the lights with Jack and Naughty Amy, we saw the Jo-and-Caseys. These chaps are identikit twins from Puddleducks (therefore are treated as equal parts of a gestalt entity) but they live miles away in town so we haven't seen them since the diaspora party 14 months ago. Their pleasantly shaped mum (who had a sleeping puppy in her bike pannier) put them in a school the other side of the park because she didn't want them going to an inner-city chamberpot of a school. Maybe if we bump into them again we can tell them about Wednesday Park.

Once LittleMax and I had got all the trucks out and seen the new burnbox, we took one rifle and a bat and ball down to the park and went conker-hunting. Then we met up with Emma and Thomas and played rifle rounders as best we could until it was hometime.

This is where it all went wrong. He ditched the toys because he's used to walking with his kid sister so can put everything in the pram. Because I had to carry them it was unfair so I burst into tears. He then wouldn't let me hide in a corner so I howled more and ran away. He fell over and got splintered so we were both howling all the way home, I hate him I hate him so I slammed my bedroom door and blubbed into my baby security blanket for 20 minutes while LittleMax got his splinters removed and the washing up was magically done. 
Later I opened a letter from Grandad with more tasks to complete - coursework to earn my new bike. This time I need the globe and looks like there's geometry as well.
Have discovered that the scooter and micro-teddy belong to Ben. I shall have a last-chance scoot around the park tomorrow and then arrive on it for Wednesday park.