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Sunday 22nd June – 10:59 am!!! Phone: Clutched in Hand. Eyes: Fixed on Phone. Brain: Counting down! 10, 9, 8….

11:15 am No Robbie.

11:25 am I’ve been checking my phone like a nutcase. Is it on silent? Have I run out of credits? (Which is stupid because I can still receive calls if I’m out of credits!) So I asked myself - Did I accidentally pick up someone else’s’ mobile? Answer: No, No, and double No.

11:28 am Maybe he’s sleeping. Or… Maybe I should phone him? But if he didn’t intend to call - I’ll look like a right idiot! Definitely won’t phone first. I have some respect for myself.

11:33 am If I hide my number, call to check whether he’s awake, then put the phone down if he answers, will that make me a bunny boiler? I’ll ask Malibu.

11:40 am I hate Malibu. She said don’t call him, and now it’s passed the thirty-minute deadline, don’t answer his call either. So that he can learn to respect me. First of all – That’s her rule. Second of all – It’s all right for her to say that when Gary (Chelsea player) has been texting her ballistically all night. Third of all – (I’m thinking about the third point.) But I still hate her because she then suggested that Robbie probably has a girlfriend, and can’t phone because he’s with her right now. And the only reason I’m not crying is because I’m 17 ½ today and Mum handed over a card from my godfather Alan with a hundred pounds in it! He’s the best. Even though he’s lived in Australia since I was ten, he always remembers I celebrate half birthdays because my real one’s so close to Christmas.

2:30 pm Still no Robbie. I’ll answer his call. But like an ice-queen: “Oh… Which Robbie?”

Malibu has apologised. She said she only wanted me to understand that men are dogs and I need to get myself a fail-safe. Which is someone that loves you so much, you can always get back with him if things go wrong with someone else. I said, “Why don’t you just stick with the fail-safe?” And she said because they’re boring. I asked if she had a one and she said yes - Roger Miller. (Who’s nice but majorly boring). “Roger Miller!” I said, surprised. “Yeah. What’s wrong with that?” she answered. “Nothing,” I mumbled but inside I was thinking: Roger Miller’s no Lance Wilson.

Lance is most definitely the best looking boyfriend she’s ever had. Their relationship was sort of like ‘Carrie’ and ‘Big’ in ‘Sex and the City’ but without the happy ending. (Basically, she dumped him because he wouldn’t take the relationship to the next level and get engaged.) And now she rips into anyone that says a good thing about him.<br/> Anyway, she said that no matter how well things go with Gary (Chelsea Player), she wouldn’t trust him as far as she can throw him, and will always string Roger along.

Now we’re going to watch Leonardo Di Caprio in Romeo and Juliet for the thousandth time. Where for art thou Robbie?

10:00 pm He called! “Happy half-birthday princess,” he whispered. “You remembered,” swooned I.

He had to whisper because he’s caught a bad throat infection. Said he couldn’t even speak this morning, that’s why he didn’t phone. Phew! He wants to take me out on Wednesday. I asked: “Where?” but he said he was in a bad reception area then the line went dead. Got his voicemail when I called back.

10:01 pm Voicemail.

10:02 pm Voicemail.

10:10 pm Voicemail x 12.<br/> Dear God. Please don’t let Malibu be right this time.