Dear Kitty,
             from Saturday's highs, to work today. Etienne is impossible when he's having a haircut - which happened twice today, and he had a tantrum the second time. I was upstairs running him a bath at the time, luckily, but it still made me shake. For some strange reason, I go all shakey whenever he cries/plays rugby.
             Dad's not too well at the moment, and I hope he gets better soon - illness is always worse when you're not at home. Mum was fine when I rang yesterday, but I don't think there's any news on the house yet. Cecily's fine, and is sending me an enormous parcel of unwanted wool - making that four deliveries expected this week (two things from ASOS, 'Walk With Me' for the DS and the wool). Oh, and two letters. I love post. As for William? I think he's alright, but his mocks started today. I'll Skype him tomorrow. Oddly, I miss him.
             I went rollerblading again tonight, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I couldn't be bothered to go when I got started, but I got up late and missed out on my trip to the gym. I may go swimming tomorrow, though.
Also it turns out that one of the people in my choir knows Simon Bland. Ha.
Alex goes back to England on Sunday, and he's sad to be leaving Florence. It sounds like he's had a terrific time.
Yours,
      Francesca