My dearest darling,                It snowed here today. The whole of Kirkeby and the fields around look pure white with intertwining indentations...it's beautiful. The sky is the same colour as the roof; it's all just so white outside...it's absolutely amazing. I'm sorry for not writing recently; a lot has happened.          Yesterday: went to London! Normally I hate London because it's too big, but it was really fun. We went to Chinatown to celebrate Chinese New Year, which was really nice. It was very, very cold, though.Today is Monday, and it's cold here too. Even so, it's so beautiful that the cold hardly seems to make a difference.          And yet, even through all this beauty...I feel worse than I've felt in days. Like really, really bad. I haven't felt this bad since last year...and it's hurting me so much. I want to talk to someone about it...but Hector is, I think, the only one who would understand. Even then...I never talk any sense when I'm upset, and considering that I am really depressed now, then I don't think that I would even be relatively coherent. You see; I'm talking rubbish now.           But, oh my God, I feel so bad. I haven't felt like this for so long...in fact, thinking about it, I don't think I've ever felt this bad. I'm sorry, I'm probably just tired, so I'm going to go and try and hold off from doing anything...worse...than usual.I'll write soon.Yours,Francesca