“Your bedroom is such a mess, Jonny Smith,” she said. “I could hardly walk across the floor. You must tidy it up when you come home from school.” “OK,” I sighed. It would take a while. I’m just not a very tidy person. Unlike Miss Violet King, who lives at number 57 Weird Street. Her house always looks spick and span, and her garden is perfect. All the flowers stand to attention, the bushes grow neatly, and the trees never seem to drop their leaves. Her front gate is polished and the path freshly swept. I try not to get any mud on it as I walk along, and when I reach the front door, I open the shiny letter box wearing gloves. For two reasons: 1. So I don’t leave any fingerprints. 2. So it doesn’t nip my fingers when it springs back. I don’t often see Miss King, which is just as well. She kept me late for school last week. She had written out a list of magazines she wanted to order from Mr Maini, then couldn’t find it. “That’s strange,” she frowned. “I’m sure I put it on the hall table.
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