Dear Kitty,
            well, after my earlier outburst, I've come to realise that it wasn't so much the job I was upset about; it's the fact that I had a chance to get away from everything for a year, and to become who I wanted to be. I can't do that when I'm still in England and surrounded by people who know me.
            This sounds silly, but I could do with some time off. Just some time somewhere different. I'd quite like to get away for a while - I might just get on a train and go somewhere. Could be fun. In the meantime, the only place I'm going is Cambridge to go busking.
I might get drunk tonight. It's always an interesting experience when you're alone, and I quite like it.
Yours,
        Francesca