Lost things lie under closing water...

Very very tired and achy. Went out today: Holloways, Italian restaurant, long walk. I've been out every day since last Tuesday. Out of the money I have earned this year I haven't saved a penny, but my gap year has yet to begin, and this summer has been overwhelmingly good. Just put all my washing on the line in the gloomy breeze and about twenty seconds later it started to rain. My legs hurt from cycling and walking and working. I miss school. I can't wait for my new job. I'm so glad the heatwave has ended. I love Kat & Lou.

Haven't been eating or sleeping enough, until pasta and salad today at a lovely place in Soho, and Louise never finishes her meal, so there's more for me. Haven't felt that full in days. I've been eating the minimum in an attempt to save cash. It hasn't worked. I've crammed my days with work and fun: charity shopping for hours, watching the lights at Canary Wharf, eating Haribo in Burnham, and then stayed in this strange, surreal, magnificent boarding school near Reading, playing the recorder in the day. Everyone in the orchestra is now younger than me, and I forgot how irritating those skinny, upper-middle-class, whiny, allergic-to-everything, mummy-hasn't-ironed-my-dress little girls are. When in doubt stick with people from Swansea. Concert was strangely mesmerising, coffee in Starbucks, hasty goodbyes.

Dangerous habits I need to get out of: waking up late, skipping meals, living off Pro Plus, forgetting to wash my clothes, filling in forms wrong, stealing stamps and Strepsils from work.

Actually, forget that last one. Nine days left. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

PS Can you get your money back?