Do Not Read This Book [antikvár]

What a yukky start to my book - did something totally disgusting and embarrassing at Cassie's yesterday. I threw up all over her bedroom carpetl I think her Snoopy slippers got a bit of a splattering too. One minute I was trying to reach a couple of mugs under her bed, then EEEEUGH! Next thing I was in the back of Cassie's mum's car, sitting on a bin liner and clutching a bucket. Actually, Cassie's mum was quite nice about the sick. Usually she's queen of the Fusspots. She's always wiping and spraying and niggling about things, like, Is that a spot on your chin, Cassie? Where's that Clearasil I bought you? And, Oh, do stand up straight, Cassandra! Or, I thought we were going to try and cut down on the biscuits, darling. It makes Cassie dead moody.