What a lovely treat on my last day of holiday, to go out to lunch with my lovely family at a lovely spot in the lovely Shropshire countryside. Sadly I wasn't very good company, having a deadline looming and a train to catch. Sorry Fletchers!

My angelic mother even proof read my essay and put up with my crazed outbursts as the computer and printer conspired to do their thing as sloooooowly as possible AND made me a packed dinner. She is storing up treasures in heaven.

Feeling very bad about going back but making plans with George tomorrow has made me feel marginally more cheerful. I know going back is never as terrible as I think it's going to be. Chin up Fran.