8 am. Thursday 18 th March
Guess what, Diary?!
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... Yes!! Itâs my eleventh birthday at last, which is EXTREMELY over exciting.com .
At the moment, me and Arabella are sitting in the back of Mrs Fairchildâs favourite car, her silvery blue vintage Aston Martin. Sheâs not driving of course, Bertie the gardener is.
Sheâs
sitting next to him wearing flying goggles, telling him hilarious stories about all the antics she got up to in her twenties. Arabella keeps giggling because from where sheâs sitting she can see how much Bertie is blushing â she told me in whispers that he actually went bright purple when Mrs Fairchild said she and her college mates once tied their knickerbockers round flagpoles to celebrate the last day of term. Hee hee, very funny.com .
Iâve brought the letter with me that my mum sent last week. Itâs so exciting Iâve re-read it about a million times:
âDarling! Hope you are having a thrilling time at Egmont. Have you had time to take up those sky diving lessons I booked for you? Daddy and I have just escaped from a tricky situation in Columbia, canât say too much about it but I can say that we sat in the jungle for three days eating insects. Can you imagine?! Anyway Darling, we know itâs your eleventh birthday next week so as a surprise weâve booked two places on a luxury hot air balloon ride for you and a friend. Daddyâs already cleared it with Mrs Fairchild, she said you deserve a treat as youâve been helping solve crimes or something â good girl â chip off the old block eh? Go to the website address at the bottom of this letter and enter the password âBIRTHDAY SURPRISEâ and it will take you to the tickets, which youâll have to print off. And Darling, this is no ordinary hot air balloon ride so remember to bring a camera...Hugs and Kisses, Mum xxxâ.
What does she mean, âThis is no ordinary hot air balloon rideâ? I just canât imagine. I printed off the school tickets in the computer room using the password a few days ago and now theyâre safely in the side pocket of my backpack, I checked them ten times before we left at the crack of dawn this morning.
Arabellaâs always a bit grumpy in the morning and she didnât actually speak to me until we sat down in the back of the car and Bertie gave us a chocolate chip brioche roll each. She ate hers in three mouthfuls then cheered up no end. Sheâs such a sugar monster.
We both keep looking out of the window wondering if weâre nearly at the hot air balloon place. We passed through Little Pineham Village ages ago so we canât be too far. Weâve driven through a forest of pine trees, over a hill, through another village, and now seem to be in the middle of nowhere.
Ooh, hang on a minute Diary, I think Iâm going to have to go. The carâs slowing down and Mrs Fairchild is pointing at a gate in a hedge although I canât see whatâs on the other side of it because there are too many trees in the way. I think weâre nearly there!
10 am. Thursday 18 th March
Well, Diary!
What an adventure weâve had already and we havenât even left the ground.
We had to get out and walk through the gate in the hedge, there was no room for cars. Mrs Fairchild decided to walk with us, so Bertie put his feet up on the dashboard, lowered his cap over his eyes, and was snoring loudly before Arabella had even closed the gate behind her.
The path through the trees was quite overgrown, although I saw fresh footsteps in the soil. Flowers lined both sides, and between us me, Arabella and Mrs Fairchild spotted bluebells, wild roses, oxeye daisies, fox gloves and primroses. Beautiful and extremely colourful.com .
Suddenly, the path ended and we BURST into a large open glade. Six stunning hot air balloons were sitting on the lawn in front of us, I never realised how big they
Guess what, Diary?!
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... Yes!! Itâs my eleventh birthday at last, which is EXTREMELY over exciting.com .
At the moment, me and Arabella are sitting in the back of Mrs Fairchildâs favourite car, her silvery blue vintage Aston Martin. Sheâs not driving of course, Bertie the gardener is.
Sheâs
sitting next to him wearing flying goggles, telling him hilarious stories about all the antics she got up to in her twenties. Arabella keeps giggling because from where sheâs sitting she can see how much Bertie is blushing â she told me in whispers that he actually went bright purple when Mrs Fairchild said she and her college mates once tied their knickerbockers round flagpoles to celebrate the last day of term. Hee hee, very funny.com .
Iâve brought the letter with me that my mum sent last week. Itâs so exciting Iâve re-read it about a million times:
âDarling! Hope you are having a thrilling time at Egmont. Have you had time to take up those sky diving lessons I booked for you? Daddy and I have just escaped from a tricky situation in Columbia, canât say too much about it but I can say that we sat in the jungle for three days eating insects. Can you imagine?! Anyway Darling, we know itâs your eleventh birthday next week so as a surprise weâve booked two places on a luxury hot air balloon ride for you and a friend. Daddyâs already cleared it with Mrs Fairchild, she said you deserve a treat as youâve been helping solve crimes or something â good girl â chip off the old block eh? Go to the website address at the bottom of this letter and enter the password âBIRTHDAY SURPRISEâ and it will take you to the tickets, which youâll have to print off. And Darling, this is no ordinary hot air balloon ride so remember to bring a camera...Hugs and Kisses, Mum xxxâ.
What does she mean, âThis is no ordinary hot air balloon rideâ? I just canât imagine. I printed off the school tickets in the computer room using the password a few days ago and now theyâre safely in the side pocket of my backpack, I checked them ten times before we left at the crack of dawn this morning.
Arabellaâs always a bit grumpy in the morning and she didnât actually speak to me until we sat down in the back of the car and Bertie gave us a chocolate chip brioche roll each. She ate hers in three mouthfuls then cheered up no end. Sheâs such a sugar monster.
We both keep looking out of the window wondering if weâre nearly at the hot air balloon place. We passed through Little Pineham Village ages ago so we canât be too far. Weâve driven through a forest of pine trees, over a hill, through another village, and now seem to be in the middle of nowhere.
Ooh, hang on a minute Diary, I think Iâm going to have to go. The carâs slowing down and Mrs Fairchild is pointing at a gate in a hedge although I canât see whatâs on the other side of it because there are too many trees in the way. I think weâre nearly there!
10 am. Thursday 18 th March
Well, Diary!
What an adventure weâve had already and we havenât even left the ground.
We had to get out and walk through the gate in the hedge, there was no room for cars. Mrs Fairchild decided to walk with us, so Bertie put his feet up on the dashboard, lowered his cap over his eyes, and was snoring loudly before Arabella had even closed the gate behind her.
The path through the trees was quite overgrown, although I saw fresh footsteps in the soil. Flowers lined both sides, and between us me, Arabella and Mrs Fairchild spotted bluebells, wild roses, oxeye daisies, fox gloves and primroses. Beautiful and extremely colourful.com .
Suddenly, the path ended and we BURST into a large open glade. Six stunning hot air balloons were sitting on the lawn in front of us, I never realised how big they
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