Dear Kitty,
            well, what an eventful weekend that was.
            Saturday night was both pleasant and surprising. I spent my evening in Sidney, having fun with good friends, and then I did something stupid, but I don't regret it at all (which is worrying). Sunday afternoon brought the Hepburn (classical singing) - which I am still annoyed about so I shan't write too much on it. After that, I went over to Freya's with Katie and had a slightly - well, looking back on it, the only way to describe it is 'unorthodox'. It was hilarious, though, and thoroughly cheered me up. The musical theatre competition took place on Sunday evening, and I think I've found something I genuinely love. I'd never sung on stage before that, but, being up there in the spotlight, singing - well, I've never enjoyed myself so much. I wasn't nervous like I usually am, and I just - oh, it just feels so liberating. This is my new life aim, I think: to sing in musicals.
            Hector and I have been arguing again, but otherwise it all seems to be going well. Satnav and I have been looking after each other - he's homesick, and I just occasionally get upset, so when one of us has a problem, the other calls. He keeps spending all his credit on me, though, so I've forbidden him from doing so at the moment.
             Isla, Charly and Alex have all argued. It's confusing, and, right now, I don't know who to believe. I worry about them - it feels like we've all grown apart so much, and I don't know if any of us are happy with that.
             Georgie has news. As does Freya. Katie is insane.
Yours,
       Francesca