Hello Readers! This is my recount of what happened yesterday:
We got into the car and drove off to York. When we got to the designer outlet we got out of the car and went inside. Nicky went to all sorts of Men's shops and Mum went to her fair share too but I wasn't allowed to even touch anything. We got some Christmas presents for my Aunties and various other relatives then we went to the cafe outside where Auntie Tracy works. We haven't seen Auntie Tracy for about a year now. She used to own a bar in Crete so we used to visit her on holiday every year. She is staying in England now at her friend's house. She came right up to us in her blue shirt and black pinny and hugged us. We sat down and I had a fanta and a chocolate donut whilst watching all the skaters glide past. Suddenly, all of the skaters went off the ice looking miserable. I was snowing lots by now and lots of people came on with shovels. The snow was up to their ankles so a huge snow plough came on. Minutes later Auntie Tracy informed us that we can't go on because the snow is too deep. We were ever so disappointed. We said goodbye to Auntie Tracy and went to the car. We had a snowball fight and I covered Nick's hair in snow. Then, when I was helping Mum clear the snow off the car I turned around and he shoved a great big icy snowball right in my eye. It really hurt. The pain was just immense. I started crying and my vision had gone quite blurry. In the car Mum started shouting at me really loud telling me to shut up. She didn't tell Nick off. In the end Mum had to phone Dad to calm me down. Dad helped a bit but didn't understand at all. By this time it felt as if someone has punched a red hot poker into my eye. I plugged in my ipod and listened to my music like Dad had suggested.
When we got home I had some of Mum's chocolate banana bread and warm milk to get me all sleepy.
Today I went to school as usual. In french I asked to borrow George's rubber and stupid mean Max suddenly started gossiping that I was flirting with George.
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