- MONDAY - Hmm, a lot can’t have happened because I can’t remember Monday very well...I woke up with a sore throat, so Mummy sent me straight back to bed with some soup and booked a Doctor’s appointment. I told the Dr all I could about my condition, deciding to omit the detail that I gave my first blowjob the weekend before (You lose your ticket for the THIRD time at a train station and it’s time for desperate measures!). He prescribed a little course of Strepsils, and my dad picked me up a pack of “Orange Vit C” flavour. I already take Vit C supplements daily, so I hope I am not in danger of overdosing on the vitamin C and catching whatever the opposite to scurvy is. - TUESDAY - I left for London a lot later than intended in order to meet Scott...upon arriving at Canary Wharf (a beautifully yet unhelpfully large station) I rang him, only for my phone to die mid-ring! Typical! You leave a mobile phone switched on for ages and it runs out of battery! I resorted to the classic method of scouring the entire station, finding him in the last place I looked, looking radiant in a pool of yellow light like an angel, if angels were sexy. We walked along the river bank drinking in the sites of glowing skyscrapers and shimmering moonlight...Gah! This journal has turned into a poetic epic! We then took the DLR across the water in order to head to a non-descript pub for bummers. However, we realised on arrival that it was shut. Scott looked cold, so I wrapped my scarf around him - it suited him better anyway, and he looked very cute! Scott then took me to a REALLY nice bar place, where we got pints and stared out at the view of speedy boats with the city as a backdrop. It was driving me nuts not being able to kiss him, but I’ll make up for that this weekend hopefully! Next port of call was to meet Amy and friends for Ice-skating madness! We got there a little late, but that gave me time to get a giant choc chip cookie and a Baileys with Hot Chocolate and whipped cream, which I’m sorry, is heaven in a cup! The witty phrase “better get our skates on” was used on 4 seperate occasions Then came the actual ice-skating...once Amy had finished putting on my boots and wristguards we were ready to go! I had been prepared to do it at my usual pace (spend the entire hour clinging to the barrier for dear life) but Amy saw otherwise, grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me round shouting “Bend your knees! Lean forward! You’re not skating, you’re stepping, that’s...LEAN FORWARD!!” Oh I love her! I only fell over once, which I was ecstatic about. One unlucky girl however fell badly, and they had to skate a stretcher out to her as Amy and I subtly skated around the scene. The day was slightly hampered later when a coffin-on-skates entered the rink on our way out (!) We had dinner at this really dodgy pizza place, and played word games! Then we listened to A-Ha and JT on the way home in the car! What a day! - WEDNESDAY - Woke up around 1pm, had a quick brekkie and headed over to Dan’s carting my huge instrument. He had set up to record “Rain Dancer (The Calm)”, our Madonna-esque techno-pop triumph, when I suddenly realised I had no words written for it...so that stopped abruptly. However, we did manage to record “Dream” in its entirety (minus piano) despite my sore throat, so I was very happy about that. I told Dan of my recent sexual conquests. He gave a thumbs up and asked if I wanted more delay on the vocal track. Can anything phase that man? Now I’m back in the office, having spent 1.5 hours on lunch break. I’m seeing Scott on Friday and I can’t wait! He’s the fresh gravy to my Brussel sprout.