Dear Kitty,
            well, last night was a first for many things:
- swimming in the dark
- swimming while drunk
- swimming and drinking at the same time
- being the only girl in the pool
- swimming for three hours
- swimming at 01:00 am
- staying up all night
- watching an entire season of Blackadder in one go
- cuddling for more than an hour at a time
             I may have a boyfriend, but I'm not sure. He's called Alex, and very sweet, and we spent quite a lot of yesterday flirting, and chatting, and then being terribly romantic. I told him I liked him, and he said he liked me, and then we went and sat in his front garden - where he has a beautiful view of the church - and the sky was so clear that we could see all the stars. Then we went to his room and watched all of Blackadder 3 and cuddled until six in the morning. I've never felt so comfortable - or comforted. I don't know why I felt so comforted - I just did. He's very nice, and terribly romantic. I told him this at around four - 'you're terribly romantic, aren't you?' and he said 'you're terribly beautiful, aren't you?' I hope that it all carries on between he and I; we were meant to meet tonight, but I don't think we can because he's at a dinner and it's a bit late now. Maybe tomorrow morning or something (I hope).
              Everytime I think of last night, my stomach flips over. It's glorious.
I'm happy, Kitty. Truly happy.
Yours,
      Francesca