Mystery Tour.

 This morning dad got the camper van out of the shed and parked it up in the yard so that me and mum could give it a clean. Eric came at one point and started causing trouble by making out I'd missed a bit. He had this black grease on his finger end and he kept on touching the side of the van with his dirty finger, and saying that I'd missed a bit. Of course this then left a black mark where he touched it. He soon clear off though when I threw a wet sponge at him. Mum did all the inside while I washed down the outside.

I think we are going on Monday, they won't tell me where, saying that it's a mystery tour. I'm wondering if we are going to see Irene, but I don't know. They've perhaps secretly got fed up with me and taking me back for a refund! Can I have a different one as this one doesn't work properly, in fact it doesn't work at all half the time. Just swans around taking afternoon tea and eating Victoria sponge cake!

For some strange reason I decided when alone at one point to reenact a moment, the moment I flaked out on the steps of the van. I think dad must have pulled me inside on the night as I don't see how I could get where I did from just collapsing. I lay on the floor a couple of minutes looking up t the light and just remembering, All a bit silly and pointless really but I just felt the need to do it for some reason.