Dearest Kitty,               It's been about six hours now, and I've spent about three and a quarter of those with Hector. He really doesn't understand how much it all means to me; if I'm honest, I've never, ever been that close to someone before. And I am completely serious when I say that. He means so much to me...and I know that he'll never know just how much that is. I know that I'll never be able to repay him for everything that he's ever done for me.                Actually, it was him who finally got me to book an appointment with Amanda. I'm to see her on the ninth of December at six. I don't want to go at all, but, if it'll make both him and SatNav (I don't know if anyone else cares particularly) happy...then I'll do it.I have to go; I need to get ready for Chapel.Francesca P.S. My sock is actually stuck to my leg.