She gets away with it because she’s such a child, I suppose. “You didn’t!” I squealed. “Why did you say that about your mother?” Did I mention before about Mags’s deficiencies in the tact and diplomacy department? Possibly not. But believe me, she could learn a thing or two from a crab about keeping your mouth shut and your eyes open. “To warn him off, of course,” she said, tossing her hair, only with that new hairstyle, it doesn’t work so well. “Men are always terrified of women who want babies. And anyway, it’s true.” What does she know about what men are afraid of? She’s only eleven. (Oooh, that’s so not true! I’m twelve and a quarter. She’s always trying to make me sound much younger than her. It’s just so she can boss me around. Signed: Mags) “But why would you want to warn him off?” I asked. “Why shouldn’t your mother have a boyfriend if she wants one?” I wish someone would be my mum’s boyfriend. Then we might start to have something like a life in our family.
