A HOT DAY FOR A DIG

W E D N E S D A Y,  1 9  J U L Y

A hot day for the Ewell dig. Wore flip-flops and jeans.

Anya and me met Lucy, Martha, Sally B and Anne outside the Midland Bank at 10am. Behind it, we found the dig. It was tiny and nobody was there. Anyway, we got down to ‘work’ but didn’t find anything, and by 10.30 Mr Buckingham still hadn’t come. Anya and me went to find a phone box but couldn’t get through.

When we got back Mr B had arrived. He's a sweet old chap, 64 years old and about to take Norwegian ‘O’ Level! After that, everything was great fun because we knew what to do. He showed us this map of Ewell and explained what we’re tying to find is the Roman road from London to Chichester, which runs in a moreorless straight line. We found millions of things including bottles and clay pipes and even a lead button. This was the site of a pub in the 18th century and the men used to sit under the walnut tree - like something out of ‘Adam Bede’.

Anya and me talked about Polnareff a lot of the time. Martha thinks we're worse about Pol than she is with her Sir William Pitt crush! I took home a tile, two bits of pipe and the top of a 16th-century bottle, and we left at 4.30 - filthy.

Six of Chumpy’s friends came to tea today; I stayed in my room. I got pretty het up looking at the Carnaby Street photo of Polnareff next to the photo of him when he was three - a beautiful child become a beautiful person - then ‘Le Roi des Fourmis’ came on and I couldn’t help crying. By the end of it tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Chump helped me with the Polnareff doll. Sewed up his head and stuffed him. Great difficulty pulling the jumper on – it’ll never come off now.

Michel Polnareff aged 3