Kayleigh came over the other night. I wasn't really in the mood before, but she brought tea and biscuits (the sports ones, with skatboarders and skiers on, ace!) and we sat in my room and talked and talked, from 8 in the evening til 4 in the morning, so quite the marathon talking sesh and very enjoyable. And it turns out she is quite into the ghosts and all those stories too and we spent time trying to scare eachother silly. I told her many tales and she hid behind the pillow and squealed, and I realised that I do care about her a lot really and that she is a good one because she was actually honest about us and didn't mess me around like other people. And we talked about all of that and she seems to think I was really hurt, and I was for a bit but then realised there was more to my relationship with her than all that, and that I just liked being with her. She told me how Dan had told her to stop messing with my feelings and it felt good that he cares so much.
Dan and I amassed a feast last week, scouring bethnal green tescos for eats, and eats we found all for under a fiver and we went home and devoured and giggled at eachother while we drank apple tango. I am starting to feel that London is my home now.
Saturday night was amazing fun. The Pipettes were playing Frog and we all got in on the guestlist which was ace. The Pips were great indeed, the best performance I've seen them do. Last night they were on Radio 2 talking to Mark Radcliffe and Becki was talking all the time and I was thinking "I know her I do..." And they did 3 songs and all was rosy.
On sunday night Becki made a roast dinner (dan and I chopped stuff) and it was one of the best meals I've ever had. She makes a mean roast that girl. Before she moved in we 4 were on death's door due to malnourishment, now we are alert and bright-eyed every day because Becki brought with her brocolli and carrots. I love our house