We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.

Naturally curly hair is a curse, and don't ever let anyone tell you different.

I don't want to be married just to be married. I can't think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can't talk to, or worse, someone I can't be silent with.

We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd.

My worries travel around in my head on their well worn path

Humour is the best way to make the unbearable bearable.