Estee is actually staying with some rather distant relatives, in Crawley. It's been her excuse to go to Europe for an entirely different reason – namely me. Yay! As I don't like London too much – too expansive and expensive – I had booked a hotel in Brighton weeks ago already. Brighton is just an hour's train ride away, and Crawley, or Three Bridges actually, is a station on the route. So this evening, when I left for Brighton, I got out at Crawley to meet up with Estee for the evening, and hopefully go out with her. Unfortunately she didn't appear until two and a half hours later, which I think might actually say something about yesterday. She called ahead though saying she'd be late, so I went down to a local pub for some Southern Comfort. When she finally got to the station, it was so late I had to catch one of the last trains South again quite quickly. Anyway, it was great to simply see her. There's something about her. See I've always fancied really skinny girls, which she isn't. But she's got such a cute face, she's gorgeous regardless. And then, Estee manages to dress really well. She's beautiful. Still I don’t really know how to feel. Or if she even likes me.

And then on a completely different note, the manager of the Strawberry Fields hotel in Brighton looks like Heather Nova. And like her, not so bad looking either.

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