‘Don’t be silly,’ says Mum. ‘That’s why you changed your PJs. Dad’s going to stay home to look after you.’ ‘What?’ squeals the other Bugg. The other Dilan, and the Dilan with me inside the airing cupboard, laugh. ‘You’ll be fine – and I’ve thrown away all the yoghurts, although there seemed to be an awful lot of them. Far more than I remember.’ ‘Really?’ asks the other Bugg anxiously. ‘Oh yes,’ says Mum. ‘I keep on finding more and more – most mysterious. Anyway, I’m off to work.’ ‘More and more yoghurts? What’s the fridge playing at?’ I say to Dilan. ‘We need to take a look.’ ‘Shh,’ says Dilan. ‘She’s going out. Won’t the other Bugg take a look?’ ‘Exactly. We need to get there first, in case the other Bugg decides to take another trip.’ ‘Will the other Bugg take another yoghurt trip? Won’t the other Bugg be too scared without me alongside?’ I can’t see whether Dilan’s smiling, but I suspect he is. ‘Can’t chance it.
