Awoke, in fright from what i could have possibly done the night before, only to realise, somewhat disappointingly, that I spent the night at Elliot's. Without washing, I pay my thanks and leave, to meet Amy at the train station. On the way there I managed to be verbally abused by no less than five dashing young gentlemen. Sticks and stones I keep telling myself. I arrive at roughly the same time at Amy, she looks attractive as usual, I look, bemusing at best. We arrive in Falmouth, partly watch the decent, then Amy leaves. I'm left watching Top of the Pops 2.
Day Score 8/10
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