My dearest Kitty,                 So, it's been rather a long time since I last wrote, and a LOT has happened. Actually, let me list the things that have happened since the end of February:               End of February: I got a boyfriend.                         March the first: The Hepburn and a fantastic day in Barnwell Country Park                        third and fourth: I was in an opera!!!!                                    seventh: I was confirmed!!!!                                   tenth: I suddenly find myself single again. But am also surprisingly happy.                                    eleventh (which hasn't happened yet, but is worth mentioning): I have a concert and a picnic with Freya. And my report. (I don't mean that my report is coming to the picnic, because that would just be silly.)                                     And I have a fantastic name for what happens next:          Chapter One - March the tenthIn which Hector flips and I find myself boyfriendless Ok, so I laughed. I think I may have read 'Howl's Moving Castle' too many times. Speaking of books, I absolutely adore Anne of Green Gables. What I wouldn't give to live on Prince Edward Island as Anne...          But, anyway. So, yesterday, Hector wrote a blog entry because I apparently 'pushed him over the edge' because I was blanking him. Which I had a reason for; he did hang up on me several times because I wouldn't give him my password for this website. But oh well. So he flipped (gosh, aren't I Americanised?) and I am apparently 'infantile' and incredibly selfish and never think about anyone else.          So, yes, he's probably right. I am infantile, and I am a mean, selfish bitch. Which apparently he called me at lunch, which I found out during Navy. But even so, we had a HUGE fight by text, and I'm not entirely sure which of us ended it. He said that he was willing to give it another shot for me, and I thought I was already single because of what he'd written on his blog, so I sent back a rather stinging text.            I have to make this quick; the bell for tea has gone and I know I shall be late, but oh well. So, we had our massive fight by both email and text. I've forgiven him, but, like Fraser, I haven't forgotten yet. I will do, but it may take time.         So yes, I'm still irritated, but for some obscure reason totally unbeknown to me, I feel happier than I have done in ages. Like there's a huge weight off my shoulders. It's really amazing.        I will finish this later; I'm late for tea already. I'll come back and finish afterwards.Forever yours,        Francesca