SWOON

ALGERNON ALL IS FORGIVEN.

So we made up. He apologised for lying to me. I have no faith in his answer but if it's so beautiful, so romantic, as his was, telling me he lied to me because he wanted to get to know me better, then who am I to hold that against him?

You'll remember that a few months ago we were gone, as Al had taken me on a trip to Grasmere in the Lake District. A number of people, including Gwen, assumed that all sorts of things took place there and then, but they didn't - I'm an old-fashioned type of romantic, and Al is for all intents and purposes a gentleman.

So when we made up, I kissed him, properly, for the first time, both as forgiveness and because our relation has now gone through enough drama to qualify as legitimate. This is after all not Made in Chelsea, but Made in Hertfordshire if anything.

And oh Al, how could I have been so angry with you for so long over something so trivial? You love me, you said so, and isn't that sweet! There is no greater feeling for a woman than to be loved by a man, or hated by another woman.

Beautiful, beautiful Algernon, can we spend the rest of our winter together, and our spring, and our summer, and every season after? At least for as long as your adoration still excites me?


On another note, Gwen seems to have forgiven Jack, and even Al even though they knew each other for so long and he betrayed her, too. All is well.

Now, where did I leave off with Prism and Chasuble? That definitely needs to start going somewhere...