'Duff-Carten Away!'

I do believe that yesterday I may have broken my record for outbursts of hysterical girlish giggling in one afternoon.

Seeing as yesterday was Wednesday, lucky pal J only had to come in for social studies, which mainly consisted of us trying to snaffle Oreos without the Portly One catching us out and attacking us with his wig. luckily we were permitted freedom about half an hour early, so me and J hopped onto our bicycle-made-for-one-but-seating-two, and rode majestically towards the horizon. Or, more accurately: J insisted on overtaking some old ladies before I mounted the bike incase we accidentally crashed into them and impaled them on the barbed wire fence, and I jogged with an air of dignity and grace next to her.

I finally managed to cling onto the back while J did executed some marvelous pedaling, and we sped off with a majestic cry of, 'Duff-Carten AWAY!'

Needless to say, this was probably the start of project 'mad-us hysterical-us', and we wobbled our way to the rec.

Seeing as it is the middle of July, the weather was crap and it started spitting as we neared the river. Me and J are defiantly one of those 'Seize the Day' go-getters, and yesterday's seizing came in the form of rolling up our jeans, pulling off our shoes and socks, and doing some hard-core paddling. The first attempt lasted roughly a minute, with project 'mad-us hysterical-us' well under way. We came squealing out of the river, and immediately J spotted what appeared to be a fish squiggling away in the grass.

I pounced.

It wasn't a fish, it was about a million times better. It was a frog. I immediately christened him Alex James, as frogs are well known for their bass playing skills and mad grinning. Poor Alex James was a little confused and rather startled, so we set him down on a little weeny island and he hopped off to join his mates.

Me and J celebrated his freedom and lease on life my singing 'Coffee and TV' by blur whilst doing the Milky dance in the pouring rain. At this point we were beyond thirsty and J seemed to have her mind set on drinking the tequila I had in my bag ('You'll be less thirsty and you'll feel better about yourself!') I thought it would be rude to drink tequila near Alex James as we might have spilled some and poisoned him and his gang (Damon the goldfish, Graham the otter and Dave the water-snail) . So instead we shuffled off home.

But not before J decided that the perfect ending to the day would be to run over an ants nest.

She is relentless.