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Somehow it’s early October and the leaves are turning yellow and falling off the trees. I’m lucky to live in a place like Hope Christmas, which always shows nature off to its advantage. But the weeks are flying past. Lou Lou is saying more every day and turning into such a little bundle of fun I am finding it harder and harder to leave her. Even though I know she loves nursery, and on her non-nursery days Mum is there to look after her. I know it has to be this way, but sometimes I really hate it.

At least college is going well. It’s hard work, but I’m loving the subjects I’m doing and I’m glad I’ve met Will. I don’t know where it’s going, but it’s nice to have a proper friend at last. He’s so easy to talk to and I miss him when he’s not around. Most days now we have lunch together. And sometimes in our frees, if we’re not too stressed about work, we sneak off for a coffee in town – something everyone else does, but I’ve never had reason to till now.

He knows to buy me a hot chocolate; I know he always has an Americano. I like that, on the sharp crisp October mornings, warming our hands on our takeaway drinks, and wandering round Shrewsbury. Will’s a mine of information. He knows all about Roman history and other stuff. And I love the way he gets animated when he’s explaining something to me, then looks awkward and says, “I’m not boring you am I?” It’s really cute. In fact he is all round cute, and if I hadn’t foresworn boys …