In A Green Cotton Sweater.

I gave back the t-shirt that you'd always wear, I went by your work and just left it there. All the leaves are brown and it's autumn now. It was a summer fling, don't take it personal or anything. You can wear your heart on your sleeve but pull your sweater over. No more kisses under shooting stars, no more rides on the handlebars, no more drive-ins in the back seat of your parents car. It was a summer fling and it didn't mean anything and you can cry your eyes out on the phone.

I was watching the telly when the advert for some sort of pink beverage. There are two glasses on the table filled with the pink nonsense, both hands reach for the same glass. I said to my Mum, "That's just silly, she was sitting nearer that glass so she didn't need to try to get the other." and she replied, "No Heather, this is why you don't have a boyfriend! She's flirting, you have to do the pinky-touches-other-hand technique. You've got to reach for someone elses glass, Heather. Reach for the glass! Heather! You have to reach!" Shortly afterwards we were in fits of laughter.

You know, the telly is silly. I went down stairs earlier to see when my food would be ready, I was very hungry. The news was on, telling me all about these people that are dead. It's 5 oclock in the evening, I don't want to hear about people dying! I was hungry, why would I care? So I don't think I shall continue watching tea time telly.