(diaryland) July 1, 2001 - 10:03 p.m.

I come home from my big holiday, and no-one's here. No-one.

I just want someone to poke me in the belly button. Poke me poke me poke me!

Daft bastards.

I don't even know whether they got my postcard.

Dear Mum and Dad:
Rosie is taking good care of me. I played on the see-saw today. I miss you. From Clare.