London Diary





Well, I really wasn't feeling too well, but of course sending Ricky that card-message, with the messy mouse-scribbled letters stuck on top, that was meant to be kind of a joke ... R. got back to me almost instantly:


O, she can be so serious, R.!
But then of course things are pretty serious... Sometimes I almost forget ...

Slept very well last night. Vague dream in which M. kept turning into R. and back again, but it didn't disturb me.

Sun shines. I'm off to Bristol now.