And I tell myself I shouldn’t. I get the laptop out and flick to my Facebook profile to read the last message Tasha sent me again: Lou – HUGS! Can’t you even tell me where you are? Like are you still in the country? If not, I hope you’re somewhere amazing like Switzerland living by a lake near a ski resort or something. Hardly. OK, OK, I won’t nag you but this is so weird. It just freaks me out that I don’t even know where you are or anything. It’s totally crazy. You know I would never tell if you asked me not to. You know that, right? But it’s up to you and I said I wouldn’t nag so . . . What am I up to? The usual. Way too much pressure over exams and I feel like my head is going to blow. I’ve got a new boyfriend. Do you remember Simon Harefield? It’s his older brother, Gideon. I don’t think you’ve met him. I hadn’t until a party a few weeks ago and he was down from uni and tagged along.
