Dear Tix... First of all, my diary is full. But who needs a diary when I can write to you, fatty? And second of all, I've got loads to tell you. This summer seems to be going on forever. Like the heat of the sun is warping time itself. So, I'm still here. And so's Archie. And he's still gorgeous. Chop and lzzy are still inseparable... And Chloe's still, well, Chloe. And thanks to Karim, my mum's happy too. Sometimes, we even look vaguely like a normal family. We're all untouchable. And, Tixy, I've got this feeling that I'm not used to. It fizzes like cherry cola and tingles like kisses on my neck. I think it's called happiness.