8:30am
OK, game face.
Today's the day.
I've watched enough movies to know that at times like this, all you need is a pep talk.
8:40am
Standing in front of my bedroom mirror giving myself a stern talking to like Vinnie Jones would in...well, just about any movie he's been in really.
8:50am
'Some are born great...some achieve greatness...'
'There can be miracles when you believe...' Gone a bit Whitney Houston now. Oh well.
'Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!'
Oh, that's a good one. My mum always used to say it.
9:15am
Oh, God. THIS ISN'T WORKING.
10:00am
I head downstairs and find Dad already sitting at the table eating breakfast with the other two madmen I'm forced to live with.
'Morning love,' he says, sliding a cup of tea towards me.
'What are you doing up?' I ask surprised. 'I didn't realise you knew that ten am was an actual time at the weekends, I thought you just presumed it was a myth.'
'I had to see for myself. You excited for the weekend?'
I get the pesky knot in my stomach that's been making appearances all week whenever Dad mentions the party.
'I went to a party with the Queen once. We frenched behind the statues in the Palace garden.'
'Yes alright, thank you Granddad.'
11:30am
I scuttled off before Granddad Tony could scar me anymore with his old tales. That has to be the sickest thing I've ever heard.
Inside my room I barricade the door so no nosy dads or annoying little brothers can come barging in. I need to focus.
There is an empty suitcase on the floor and I intend to fill it.
Mainly with clothes but maybe some snacks in case I get peckish over the weekend.
I've heard royalty only eats weird things, like caviar. And Théo is French so he'll eat stuff like frog's legs and snails.
Ugh, I feel a bit sick now.
I'll just have a quick lie down before packing I think.
12:30pm
Fee comes round with the biggest suitcase I have ever seen.
'Did you pack a small country in there?'
She's got a hefty swing with her handbag; let me tell you that.
1:00pm
Sat outside on the bench Dad put in front of the pub for people who want to have a smoke.
I'm so nervous my knee's jiggling about all over the place, like a Morris dancer.
'Calm down, you're acting like you're being sent to prison.'
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