Strange few days. In the past week, I have become a model, I have not become a stock broker, and I have been flirted by a marine, a man with three children and the schizophrenic son of a local millionaire. A piano whistled at me and I danced down the Avenue of the Oak Alley Plantation in a wedding dress and a tiara a few days before we discussed why I am not loved.

The symmetry of Sam and Stina getting engaged at the same time.

I remember the day I went out for coffee with Feurey and he told me his father had died. The helplessness is wretched. If I could I would fly there and know what to do. I've never been good with distance. I shan't ever meet Sandra.

We do what we can in the time that we have.