My dearest Kitty,               So, it's been just over a day, and, unsurprisingly, I feel worse than I did before it happened. I think I'm just tired, but everything really is getting to me at the moment (oh, fantastic, downward spiral again...)               Anyway, one good thing has happened; I've started eating again, which is good. Oh, that, and the fact that Tom has a blog. I still can't, to use his words, 'get over this weekend'. It's just so ridiculously nice.                The bad thing about that is that we had a DMC yesterday and I feel really bad for firstly stressing him out because I couldn't talk and secondly for finally managing to talk and now I'm worried I've worried him.                Anyway, I need to go and help everyone else; everyone seems to be down at the moment, and Izzy N has disappeared off the face of the planet. Luckily, today's Thursday and my sister and her boyfriend are coming up to Oundle, so hopefully we can go to Beans tomorrow.          I'll write more soon; it's breakfast, and I'm already late. Oh, great; it's raining here and I haven't an umbrella. At least my hair's already wet.I'll see you soon.            Yours,                   Francesca