Dear Kitty,              So, today's the eighth of August, and I'm in Oundle. It's nice to be back; I miss it when I'm not here. But then I miss home when I am here too...it's all a bit silly, really.                  Anyway, I got back from staying with Tom yesterday, and I've got an operation on Monday - it's nothing big, it's a laser surgery thing on my mouth ulcer called Bob. In the meantime, I have to feed Freya's rabbits, go skating with Chaz, meet up with Isla and catch up on sleep and possibly Steph :) sorry, I'm quite hyper.                 I'm sorry for not writing; I've written heaps in my diary, and hardly anything to you! Anne has almost certainly got more letters, but they're shorter because they're hand-written and less easy to edit. I basically did three entries yesterday, the first of which was uite literally just 'dear Anne, I'm sorry about the pointless entry but I haven't got time to write what I'd like, so I'll write again later. Yours, Francesca' and that was it. I should probably enter it in the Guinness World Book of Records for Most Pointless Diary Entry.                   There is a point to what I'm writing, I'm just not sure what yet.    Yours,          Francesca