Dear Diary,

Today I'm going to the shop to buy pyjamas. At first it was silent in the shop but then a swam of bargain finders came storming in for the pjs so we legged it to them. But with one strike of thunder the pjs were gone , apart from the ugly orange pair that no one likes, so we had no choice but to buy them anyway and catch the red bus back to our little house made of orange bricks and went to bed in my new itchy ugly orange pyjamas and dreamed sweet dreams of owning nice comfy pjs.