Singletons Should Not Have To Explain Themselves

9p.m. My Flat. Feel Very Strange And Empty. Is All Very Well Thinking Everything Is Going To Be Different When You Come Back But Then It Is All The Same. Suppose I Have To Make It Different. But What Am I Going To Do With My Life? I Know. Will Eat Some Cheese.

One Minute You're Closer To Someone Than Anyone In The Whole World, Next Minute They Need Only To Say The Words 'time Apart', 'serious Talk' Or 'maybe You...' And You're Never Going To See Them Again And Will Have To Spend The Next Six Months Having Imaginary Conversations In Which They Beg To Come Back, And Bursting Into Tears At The Sight Of Their Toothbrush.

I Like L.a. It's Like A Mini Break. For A Writer, It's Hilarious. Like The Food. Where I Come From, We Eat Chip Sandwiches: White Bread, Butter, Tomato Catsup And Big Fat French Fries. It's Delicious. Here, You Order A Creme Caramel And The Waiter Says, 'you Know, That Contains Dairy.

It Is Horrid To Smirk.

I Got Into My Usual Obsessive Writing Frenzy, Using All The Material I'd Worked On For So Long And Crafting It Into A Little Novel [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].