Hi everyone, thanks for all the follows! Here's an extract from my new Josh and Ozzy book. Hope you like it
... There’s a call from downstairs and Holly gets up. “Back in a sec, ” she says.
Holly leaves and I find myself looking round her room. I notice on her desk there is a diary. Hmm interesting, she is a fellow diarist like me…
No, I am not reading someone else’s diary, no matter how much I want to!
I could just have a browse without actually reading. Just to see if I catch my name.
No Josh!
Oh, what the hell. I pick up the diary and open it carefully but then am dismayed to see lots of bits of paper falling out. Carefully, I shove them back in but not before reading one:
Apple small - 40
Ribena – 80
I slice toast and butter – 100
Half a bag of ready salted crisps – 60
What does that mean? Then I see another list:
Binge box
I Penguin biscuit
1 Snickers
1 Mars bar
3 plain chocolate digestives
With a teenager’s natural instinct for these things, I look under the bed. There, at the back, is a shoe box. Listening out for any noise and hearing none, I worm my way under the bed and lift up the lid of the box. It is stuffed full of chocolate.
Suddenly, I hear talking and steps on the landing. Luckily, I can move lightning fast when the occasion calls and so I am back sitting back on the bed casually humming and examining my fingernails before Holly comes in.
Question is, what do I do now? Do I:
a) Confront Holly about diary and box?
b) Diplomatically move conversation around to eating problems?
c) Pretend it never happened?
“Sorry, Josh,” Holly says. “But Mum thinks I should pack now.”
“Oh, no worries,” I say.
I get up and follow Holly downstairs to the front door. I don’t want to do a) as it might upset her just before her holiday. It’s too late to do b) and so I am left with c) Take the easy way out.
“Bye,” says Holly.
I put my arms around her for a hug goodbye and it’s like holding a baby deer, soft but full of fragile angles...