Still, life carries on. Exams to be examined. Serious things to be thingied.

I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???

I've never had anyone say they love me before. Libby lobes me, that is true, but there is something a bit menacing about the way she says it.

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

I am looking at you and you are looking at me. This is very good. I am looking and I am liking. You are looking and you are thinking, 'I hope she doesn't hit me with her crop.' But that is because I am me and you are you.

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.