Fine

Everything went well with the meal. I even told Philippa - after she forced it out of me - how insecure and weird I’ve been feeling, and how I keep expecting things to go wrong. She burst into tears, hugged me, and said she was feeling exactly the same way. Maybe we’re so scared of losing each other that it’s affecting how good things could be, so we’ve both promised to try and relax and enjoy it more. We both said ‘I Love You’ and I ended up in tears too..
Hannah was in tears as well this morning. I asked her ‘What went wrong with your Valentines Day then?’ and she said “Nothing. It was perfect. I’m crying because… because… oh, you wouldn’t understand.” and stormed out of the house. She hasn’t even started acting lessons yet, and she’s melodramatic already.

I had a snotty letter from the library today. They claim I’ve stolen a book from them and I owe them a huge fine. I phoned up and had a go at the employee who answered, telling them to stop sending me threatening literature as I haven’t got their stupid book. Then I found it under the sofa.
Oops.
I can’t decide whether to apologise and pay the fine, or burn the book and plead ignorance.

RC 15-2-11