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Jasper is Back!

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 6/24/2016

Oh my god.

Jasper Grant is no longer in beautiful Beau-what, France—he’s just finished up his last term, folks. Now he’s back and ready to throw some plum puddings. I thought EVERYONE would have noticed his return. But this just goes to show you: what Secrecy hasn’t posted, hasn’t happened yet.

Our sweet Jasper! Anyone who’s friends with him on Facebook (like I am—but don’t think that tidbit will get you any closer to my identity. Jasper has 1,120 Facebook friends and counting. And who even knows? Maybe I’m lying) knows that he had three girlfriends while in France, one for each month. He’s still apparently “in a relationship” with the last, Leonie—so, sorry, Persephone, but it might be time to change your relationship status from “it’s complicated” to “single.” Of course, Jasper and Leonie have only been trying the whole long-distance thing for two days, but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to immediately drop his L for a P.

I’m curious to find out if Jasper’s actually learned to French (to speak it, that is. Keep your minds out of the gutter!) After all, that’s what he was in France for—to try to improve his A-levels. Let’s just hope he’s not still spelling “aujourd’hui” as “eaujourdequi.”

I’m sure there’ll be a Jasper’s-back-in-town Welcome Home Party, coming soon to a theater near you. So expect more.

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

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Plum-pudding Day!

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 6/20/2016

I apologize (even though I’m not a member, I swear!!!) on behalf of the “Secret Committee for the Promulgation of the Traditional Disciplines of this Year’s Partner School Tournament”: they had some trouble hanging their poster on the bulletin board this Monday without getting caught in the act. Director Cook had a round-the-clock guard on duty. Thankfully, she gave up on her secret-committee hunt today (or else Mr. Daniels left his watch to go get a burger, and one of the secret members of the secret committee took advantage of his absence—bravo!) So now we finally know what competitions we have to look forward to in this year’s tournament:

1. Discipline: Funniest selfie with a teacher

2. Discipline: Longest make-out sesh

3. Discipline: Plum-pudding throwing contest

Well, the secret committee isn’t getting any points for originality—this list is so tame, I’d almost think Director Cook had come up with it. It’s missing all the excitement: there’s no school-wall climbing competition, no flag-hoisting, no channel-creeping, no masked race to the staff room. I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed. Maybe if it were a plum-pudding target contest, with the director as the target… but clearly that isn’t in the cards.

We all remember Jasper Grant demonstrating his plum-pudding throwing prowess in the cafeteria last year—he threw his pudding so far it was like he’d lobbed a baseball.  I bet it would’ve gone even farther if the window hadn’t been in its way! Jasper, you were definitely our plum pudding man. (Once Director Cook dismissed you from her office after yelling at you for two hours, that is).

As for longest make-out, we have to decide which couple to send. Definitely not one of the older, well-established couples—they’ll kiss for fifteen minutes before breaking off to argue. Instead, let’s send a fresh, loving couple from the lower grades, the kind that can’t keep their hands off each other anyway. Any suggestions?

Speaking of volunteers: as expected, the volunteers list was only sparsely filled. As a result, we’ve gone straight to forced recruitment. The seventh years will organize the athletics, the eighth years are responsible for English folklore, and the eleventh years will handle the ball. The plum pudding jury will be selected at random, and the graduating class is exempt from all tasks (how unfair!)

See you soon,

Love from Secrecy

PS—I just heard that St. Lennox (where the secret disciplines were also announced today) has already posted its first selfies on its student website. And so I say: let the games begin! Show us your funniest selfies.

BLOG COMMENTS:

Our first selfie shows Mrs. Roberts (for those who don’t know her, she’s person to the right who’s in desperate need of a haircut, holding the toad) with Lenny McGere. Thanks, Lenny!

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The London Partner School Tournament

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date:6/12/2016

It’s that time again: the London Partner School Tournament (LPT) is fast approaching. And so we say: “Yeaaaaah! At last!”

An explanation for any new classmates: the LPT is to Frognal Academy what the Triwizard Tournament is to Hogwarts. Except that the LPT is not in the least bit magical. Or dangerous. Or exciting. Or even remotely interesting.

This year, it’s our turn to host the tournament. (And again: “Yeaaaaaah!” The volunteers list is up already!) Our London partner schools, St. Lennox (Chelsea) and Dougan College (Fulham), will send their best students to join our champions in historic disciplines such as athletics (decathlon), rowing, English folklore, traditional cooking (and for a third time: “Yeaaaaah!” This year the prize will go to the student who submits the best plum pudding. Congratulations now to the poor bastards chosen to sit on the jury!), handicrafts, spelling, and arithmetic. There are concerts—choir and orchestra—and, at the very end of the tournament, the mandatory three-school ball.

Now you’re all excited, right?

By Monday, we must nominate our future champions. I’ve already seen Hazel Pritchard’s name on the list for the spelling competition—she’s been a shoe-in ever since she spelled “dishabiliophobia” right in class. She even knew what it meant: a fear of being naked in front of other people (cough, we won’t ask how you knew that, Hazel, cough). Chances are good that she’ll rise to the occasion and take home the win for Frognal (“Yeaaaaaaaaaaah! Go, Hazel, go!”)

To ensure that no one participating in the tournament dies of boredom, each year we generate three additional, secret competition disciplines. The goal is to bring some semblance of excitement and intrigue into play. After all, who can forget last year’s night-swimming race in the Serpentine—especially exciting because everyone participated sans-clothes. We’re still proud that Jasper Grant nabbed that trophy for Frognal (and only got four hours at the police station for it). And we all remember the fast-talking competition, in which our resident chatterbox Pandora Porter Peregrin lost by a wide margin to a St. Lennox student named Leslie. My god, could that girl speed through a sentence! And then the channel-creep of 2011, in which a boy from Dougan was bitten by a rat—exciting stuff!

On Monday, the school committee will announce this year’s secret disciplines. Of course, Director Cooke will also be announcing that competitions in the secret disciplines will not be tolerated under any circumstances, and that students found participating or spectating will be subject to disciplinary proceedings that may include school expulsion.

Do your worst, Mrs. Cook—that still sounds better than dying of boredom. Or preparing a perfect plum pudding.

Monday can’t come fast enough!

Time to think long and hard about whether you want to reveal your hidden talents in lace-making and textile printing…

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

PS—And, yes, you little naggers, you’re right, that was (ahem) a Freudian slip in my last blog post. It was Mr. Vanhagen, not Mr. Daniels, who supposedly had an affair with Mrs. Lawrence. Mr. Daniels is totally innocent. His only affair is with gyros.

That would be a fun secret discipline: Which school has the best/most scandalous/most forbidden affairs? I think Frognal would take it hands-down.

PPS—I’ve just seen that Grayson Spencer and Arthur Hamilton signed up for the decathlon. Looks like the athletics competition is shaping up to be interesting this year.  Yeaaaaaaaah!

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The Whole Truth (and Nothing But the Truth) About Mrs. Lawrence

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 6/10/2016

Dear ones,

After Mrs. Lawrence’s angry email yesterday (not to mention her threat to sue me), I feel compelled to clear up a few things:

A) Mrs. Lawrence is not pregnant (and claims she never has been—she only pretended to be pregnant to persuade Mr. Daniels to leave his wife. But honestly, how could I have known that? If anything, I’ve been misled by the five kilos she’s gained).

B) Because Mr. Daniels is feeling the heat now, he and Mrs. Lawrence are no longer romantically involved (not even secretly). He also isn’t leaving his wife.

C) His wife may want to leave him, though, if she happens to be reading this.

Dear Mrs. Lawrence: find a better suitor. Mr. Daniels wears navy blue socks with his black shoes, for crying out loud. He’s just such a… teacher.

And just because I find it funny—you want to sue me? Go ahead. You don’t have the slightest clue who I am.

Neither do you, babes!

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

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The Lost Dream of a Gourmet Menu

My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 6/3/2016

So once again, Mrs. Pritchard (that’s right, Hazel’s mum) has failed to convince the school to adopt a low-carb gourmet menu. She even threatened to reduce the family’s annual donations to Frognal Academy, but Director Cook would not be swayed.

Cook defended her decision in the following statement: “Our current menu offers a wide selection of vegetables, salads, lean meats, and fish. Health-conscious students may choose to omit pasta, rice, and potatoes from their diets.”

Well, yes, in theory that could work, Director Cook, but in practice things tend to be a little more complicated. Not all of us can have the restraint of Mrs. green-tea-and-Botox-for-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner Pritchard.

I don’t have anything against carbohydrates personally, but I was sad that Mrs. Pritchard’s low-carb gourmet menu request was denied. Not because of any of that “low-carb” nonsense, mind you—I’m more interested in that nifty little word “gourmet” tacked onto the front. Sure, our current menu offers vegetables, but usually they’re so overcooked you can’t even tell what sort of vegetables they’re supposed to be. And whoever’s responsible for the salad dressing should be locked up. Fitting, since we’d probably find better-tasting food in a prison cafeteria.

We’re also curious to see how the administration budget cuts are going to manifest—guess we’ll have to wait a little longer to modernize those Chemistry labs!

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

PS—By the way, I’ve just received a very indignant message from Mrs. Lawrence. She claims she: a) is not pregnant; b) has only a professional relationship with Mr. Vanhagen; and c) is horrified that I would spread such lies about her. If I continue to do so, she will: d) sue me.

Trust me, Mrs. Lawrence, I’m shaking in my boots.

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The Most Romantic Gift—Revealed

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/31/2016

Some of you are pretty good guessers. Or are you just experts in human nature?

Indeed, Henry Harper gave Liv Silver the cat figurine. I don’t know about you, but I don’t find it all that romantic. I mean, how much could that really have cost? Ten pounds, batteries included? Now the silver pendant that Grayson gave to Emily—that’s a gift.  As previously posted, the pendant is infinity-symbol-shaped, which, all right, may be a bit of an exaggeration. Still, it’s sweet. And who knows, maybe those two are meant to be together forever and ever, even after Emily gave Grayson a pair of tweezers in return (for those eyebrows of his, I’d assume). I checked: they’re still as bushy as ever, so he hasn’t used the tweezers yet. But on the day he does, we’ll know that Emily truly has captured his heart.

The locket with the photo—almost all of you got this one right—is from Persephone to Jasper. It’s the second “we still aren’t a couple but I refuse to lose faith” anniversary gift she’s given him. Unfortunately, Jasper threw it out not five minutes later. In his defense, I don’t think he realized it was a gift. I saved it from the recycling bin and unwrapped it myself. Very pretty, Persephone. Too bad Jasper won’t be taking it with him to France…

Now that we’ve played our game, tell me—what’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever given or received?

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P.S. Our own Mrs. Lawrence may have received the most romantic gift of all. Take a look at the shape of her stomach to see what I mean. Could the dedicated (and married) Mr. Vanhagen be the giver?

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The Most Romantic Gift

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/27/2016

Today, we’re going to play a game called “The Most Romantic Gift.” The object of the game is to figure out which of the following couples gave which of the following gifts. Ready?

1) A necklace with a figure eight (infinity symbol) pendant

2) A plastic, battery-powered Japanese cat figurine (see photo)

3) Tweezers

4) A locket with the giver’s photo inside

Now for the couples! The first is the giver, and the second is the (debatably) lucky recipient.

1) Henry to Liv

2) Emily to Grayson

3) Persephone to Jackson

4) Grayson to Emily

5) Jasper to Persephone

6) Liv to Henry

Let’s see how well you do! Make me proud. You should also comment on which gift you think is most romantic and which gift just isn’t up to par. (Oh, and of course, these were all meant to be “secret” gifts, given and received far from prying eyes. Oops.)

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

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Beau-what?!

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/24/2016

I’ve done some research into Beauvais, the little French town where Jasper will spend the second trimester of his final year. The good news: It’s 90 kilometres from Paris, and nothing exciting has happened there since they battled Charles the Bold (whoever that is) in 1472.

Beauvais has a population of 55,000. Unfortunately, none of my sources could confirm how many of those 55,000 are pretty girls between the ages of 16 and 18. I suppose, however, there must be at least a few—bad news for us, since French women supposedly have that extra-special something that English women lack.

There’s one landmark in Beauvais, a cathedral, which doesn’t sound like it’ll do much to capture Jasper’s attention. Although the region was once known for the manufacture of tapestry, it now relies mainly on the wine and grain trade.

Now that we’re better informed, we can all speculate on how Jasper will pass his time in Beauvais. And, more importantly, wager how long it’ll be before he has a French girlfriend.

I’m going with three days.

What do you think?

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

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The Latest Edition of Our School Paper

My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/21/2016

Yes! You’ve been right all along: I really am irreplaceable. I try to stay modest, but just this once I’ll let it slide. Without me, this school would be distressingly uninformed. You see, I just finished reading the latest edition of our school newspaper. Once again, I had to marvel (and yawn. Couldn’t stop yawning, in fact). What Emily (our fearless editor-in-chief) and Grayson (her deputy—by the way, how do you think that dynamic affects their sex life? If they have one, that is…) consider hard-hitting, investigative journalism is really… well. I’ll let you form your own opinion.

Here are the hot topics covered this week: Will there be a delay in the modernization of our Chemistry labs? It seems funding has been reassigned (Stop, my heart can’t take it! How will we ever go on?) A section to introduce new teachers and staff: First up, Liam Vanderbush, a trainee in Biology and Mathematics (His hobbies include—you guessed it—Biology and Math. Will wonders never cease?) A feature on our Indian partner school and what will happen to the money from their recent bake sale (Looks like bake sales are the fundraiser of choice here and abroad). Then there’s the series “A Day at Frognal Academy,” this time from the viewpoint of Jennifer A., kitchen help. (Jennifer has to wear a hair net, and her feet start to hurt by the afternoon. This whining goes on for 2000 characters) WOW! A true fireworks display of information and intrigue. I’ve been incredibly affected by this latest edition. Thank you, Emily, Grayson, and the remaining anonymous editors of reflexx. Or, as the students at our Indian partner school would say, “Dhanyavaad!”

(Unfortunately, Emily did not teach us the following phrase in her little “Hindi for Beginners” course: “I will use your newspaper to heat my stove.” That one might’ve been more useful for my purposes. Time to sharpen my knife… err, pen, that is, for my next post. Get ready to read something that won’t put you to sleep.)

Namaste, my dears!

Love from Secrecy

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“Bloody Saturday”—Latest Updates

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/17/2016

Hey, everyone—sorry it’s been so long since my last post. And no, this does not prove that I’m Alicia Myers, who’s been taken ill with glandular fever. If I were Alicia Myers, I would’ve had plenty of time to blog over the past couple weeks. Sadly for me, I haven’t been quarantined in my warm, cozy bed. Then again, if I had been, I might’ve missed the big fight in the gym today—and it would’ve broken my heart not to see that with my own two eyes.

A few facts about this so-called “Bloody Saturday”: Contrary to the claims of the Hampstead Hornets, Jasper Grant did not start the fight. He was only responding to the unfair challenge made by the Hornets’ number 8 (speaking of—whenever he’s on the court, all I can do is stare at his hairy shoulders. Proof that man descended from the apes!), which led to some shoving and cursing, and ultimately, the decisive blow: Dorian Rice’s broken nose. It’s also important to note that Dorian yelled “You f***** a*****, s***** of a b*****!” PRIOR to having his nose broken, not after as some have alleged. It makes sense: after the fact, Dorian could do little more than gargle. I, like many others, think Jasper did him a favor—Dorian’s nose was so ugly before, the break might actually improve its shape. He should be thankful for the free nose job.

A pity that Jasper’s been suspended from the next game—and a bit unfair, considering he took an elbow-hit from the monkey in the number 8 jersey and almost collapsed on the court. But, SIGH! Wasn’t it wonderfully romantic when Persephone Porter-Peregrin threw herself, sobbing, from the second row and onto the court, all while calling Jasper’s name? Of course, it would’ve been more romantic if Jasper hadn’t responded “Hey, Aphrodite, your perfume smells like our toilet cleaner,” but I swear for a few seconds I heard violins swelling joyfully in the background.

Oh yes, a great moment for Frognal Academy in every way!

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

PS—You catch glandular fever from snogging. So be careful who you kiss, lest he or she had a previous rendezvous with Alicia Myers…

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Insane emails from PPP

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/12/2016

Dear heavenly wish fulfillers,

Please make Persephone Porter Peregrin stop writing me angry e-mails, simply because we now all know that she believes in divine wish fulfillers and has a crush on Jasper Grant. I mean, anyone with eyes in his head knew that already.

And saying that I'm spreading nasty lies will never be true, even if you write it ten times. The truth is that I'm spreading nasty truths  . . . And, dear Persephone, I know quite well that my character  is of "questionable morality," but be honest, don’t you get tired of talking like a proper private school girl? Wouldn’t it be nice, just once, to use a few juicy swear words?

I also thought the P. S.  to the last e-mail was sweet-- "Incidentally, I’ve  known for some time that you are behind the Tittle Tattle-blog, PANDORA. Until now I always thought that was cool, but if you do not stop bullying me and restore my good name quickly, the whole school will know who Secrecy is. "

I had a good laugh.

Because, folks, you will NEVER know who Secrecy really is.

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. By the way, Jasper Grant will spend the next trimester in France to improve his French. This is a huge loss not only for Persephone, but also for the basketball team. And sadly, I’ve heard there won’t even be a handsome French exchange student by way of consolation . . .

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Today in our popular series "Tales of Embarrassment"

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/10/2016

The highlight of the "party" at Persephone Porter Peregrin’s 16th birthday was .... no, it wasn’t a performance by Robbie Williams, but, tadaaaaaaaaa:

The release of 16 helium balloons  carrying the dearest wishes of the birthday girl up to the heavens!  Persephone sadly did not take care to check the prevailing winds before launching this flying wish-balloon and as luck would have it, it flew right into the garden of, uh, let's just say it has fallen into the hands of an informant.

Dear heavenly wish fulfillers! More than anything in the world I hope that Jasper Grant will fall madly in love with me. He will finally realize that I am exactly the right person for him. And old enough for EVERYTHING. Please, please, please! I’ve loved him for four years, and he still can’t remember my name! And if there is room for one more wish, I hope that Pandora does not realize that I spilled orange juice on her yellow-flowered dress. Thanks in advance. Sincerely, PPP

Ah ha ha ha! The heavenly wish fulfillers will have so much to do. The stain remover did not pan out, sorry . . . . And where Jasper is concerned . . . well, bets are gratefully accepted here as to whether he and Persephone will ever be a couple.

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. By the way, well done with the bake sale! Altogether, 785 pounds were raised for the orphans—not least because Director Cook, selfless as she is, bought her own cake. There was no marijuana in Mr Daniels’ chocolate cake, incidentally, that was just a rumor. But it meant that all the chocolate cakes were sold in no time . . .

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Frognal Academy Bake Sale

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/6/2016 This letter from Director Cook reached me this morning:

Dear Secrecy, perhaps you could, just this once, use your popularity for good? You might inspire your readers to participate in our charity event next Tuesday, the Frognal Academy Bake Sale to benefit orphans in India. There are not nearly as many cakes on the list as in previous years  . . .

As a matter of fact there are exactly seven cakes on it, and three apple pies. I've just had a quick look. Could it possibly be that this notice is rather well-hidden from students, being directly next to the staff room? Or maybe the students of Frognal Academy are actually "spoiled brats who don’t give a damn for the misery of the world" which is what I heard Mr. Daniels say in passing to Mrs. Lawrence. Really people, should we let that be said of us? So bake, bake, bake like there's no tomorrow, or better yet, let your mothers and aunts and cooks bake. Either way, let’s bring in mountains of cakes, pies, muffins and cookies to help the orphans. By the way, I hear that a member of the royal family will be here on Tuesday to inspect our charity campaign. My guess is either Eugenie or Princess Anne. And I definitely don’t want to look bad in front of them.

Don’t embarrass me.

Get the mixers out!

Well, how was that, Mrs. Cook? Who says I waste all my energy gossiping and bullying, huh?

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. I love lemon tarts. Just a tip...

P.P.S. Yes, you guessed right: Jasper Grant had a turtle. For years she wintered in the vegetable drawer of the Grants’ refrigerator, but the year before last she somehow wandered through the hedge into the garden next door and was gone. Maybe it's the same turtle that appeared on a terrace in Rose Hill Avenue and scared an old lady to death.

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People and Their Pets!

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/3/2016

Hello my dears!

I took this picture today in the park. This is Mrs. Trump, Hazel Pritchard’s new dog. In view of the fact that people tend to choose pets that are very similar to them in character and appearance, one is overcome by a little pity, right? Well, it wouldn’t have made sense if Hazel had chosen a Greyhound. Once a Bulldog, always a Bulldog. And she's cute somehow. The Bulldog, I mean.

But it gave me a good idea:  A "Which Person Belongs To This Pet?" quiz. Let's start with this one:

Come on! Doesn’t anyone know who owns this elegant animal? The hairstyle is not exactly similar, and the halter must naturally be imagined away. But otherwise – it’s like twins!!!

And next up: This one.

The wet nose, the bad breath . . .  come on! Who knows?

I eagerly await your answers in the comments.

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. No progress on the hacker yet. But that does not mean that I won’t catch you, Hot Dog!

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Finally, news ...

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 5/3/2016

Dear loved ones! I’m always amazed when I read how interested you are in Henry Harper and Liv Silver - honestly, the two seem to offer next to nothing from the perspective of a gossip columnist. Some occasional hand-holding and smiling conspiratorially - BOOOOORING !!!!!

Well, rumor has it that on Saturdays the Spencer/Silver clan (though I think the mother's name is something else—it’s a very confusing household, name-wise) involves the whole family AND the nanny in gardening duty. Trimming hedges and trees, mowing the lawn, potting bulbs, raking leaves, weeding, and collecting slugs. Does this mean Ernest Spencer has run out of money and can no longer afford a gardener? The previous housekeeper and cook only comes in one day a week now . . . or maybe they’re saving the money on a gardener and housekeeper by making the nanny do all the work? Hazel Pritchard would probably take the job, and she’d be happy with a crate under the basement stairs to sleep in and the scraps from the table to eat. What do you think?

See you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. Well, to be fair, maybe they were gardening for fun? According to statistics, only 3.5 percent of British teenagers are fond of gardening. So there is a low probability that Grayson, Florence, Mia and Liv actually belong to this minority and have voluntarily made their hands dirty ... Anyway, they laughed a lot.

P.P. S. For the Pet Puzzle: You’re absolutely right! The horse is Emily Clark and the dog is Mr. Daniels. And now you are allowed three guesses as to who owns this turtle here. 

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Victory For Our Model Basketball Team Last Saturday

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 4/26/2016

Although I continue to think that basketball jerseys are anything but sexy (just baggy, sorry), I still feel hot when I remember Saturday’s game. You might think our team had been cast from a modeling agency (Well, except for Gabriel maybe . . .). But hey, the boys not only look good, they also play brilliantly. Those of you who weren’t at the gym on Saturday definitely missed something. It didn’t look good at first, the referee was obviously rather biased, and after ten minutes and a number of totally unjust decisions, Jasper Grant was out of the game because of "gross insult to the referee" (hahaha). Calling someone a Brainless Bagpipe seems harmless enough to me. But even without Jasper and despite the Brainless Bagpipe, The Frognal Flames played a terrific game, so spectacular that Jamie Mason of the Hampstead Hornets (and for the last month a very close friend of Caroline Cross, that’s the 11th grader with the funny short ponytail) was crying like a baby in the dressing room. One more reason to drop this guy, Caroline, he not only plays for the wrong team, he’s a sore loser AND a crybaby. And as for your ponytail, I'm not sure if I find it cool or just plain weird . . .

That’s all from me for today, see you soon!

Love from Secrecy

P. S. Did you know that Liv Silver does kung fu? And according to my secret sources, she’s pretty good. So Liv, I’d better not mess with you . . .  (from now on I’ll write only nice things about you ... no kidding!).

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Unhackable! Tittle Tattle is back!

ABOUT ME: My name is Secrecy—I’m right here among you, and I know all your secrets.

Date: 4/19/2016

As you may have noticed, access to the blog was impossible all day yesterday.  Someone tried to hack the Tittle Tattle blog and caused a total system crash! What you see on the site today is the pitiful remnant of all the posts of the last three and a half years. And I could only save these four posts because I had previously stored them on another server.

But whoever did this has only accomplished one thing: he (or she) has made me really, really angry. He (or she) has not managed to crack my identity. Come on people, no one will ever find out who Secrecy is, because I myself am too smart for even the most sophisticated hackers (and this one wasn’t anything close).  I am going to find out who was responsible for this, and when I do, I will make his (or her) life a living hell, that's for sure. So get ready, my little sausages!

Starting tomorrow, I will again be serving up all the red-hot rumors and news from Frognal Academy.

Until then, lots of love from Secrecy (now hidden behind the safest firewall of all time.)

See you soon!