If we had the time and the inclination, we could walk there. But today, we’re getting the 27 bus from just behind Camden High Street instead. And hoping we don’t bump into anyone from school or, even worse, our parents. I’ve got out of double netball by saying I had to go to the doctor (just not which sort). It was harder for Vix and Rosie because they’re both in the same class at their school, which looks doubly suspicious. Rosie developed a ‘migraine’ and Vix said she had something important she had to do at home. Vix has never bunked off before, but everyone knows her mum is sick, so nobody doubted her. She feels guilty, which is making me feel guilty too, because she’s only done it for me. I was hoping my enthusiasm would be infectious, but I can tell that Rosie and Vix have been discussing my nose ‘fixation’ again and plotting about how they can talk me out of having surgery. I can tell by the sympathetic glances they keep giving me. Honestly, I think they only agreed to come with me because they’re worried that someone might give me a nose job this afternoon, on the spot, and they want to make sure that doesn’t happen.
