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Katie came round yesterday, and she's hoping to get job she's gone for (which won't be available until January, but fingers crossed for her anyway). Much talking about America (yes, jealous, and I desperately want to do New Orleans and probably re-visit Vegas, but, y'know, money). Stuffed selves on Tapas at The Shed (a strange fifties-decor place with lots of pink), meandered around Falmouth, catching up since the last times we were in Falmouth. Gossiped a lot, played with my phone - once again someone asks if they can play a game on mine and I go 'er, I have no idea what's even on there...'. Went no. 33 with parents and proceeded to eat identical meals - bruschetta, mussels, chocolate biscuity-thing with sauce.

Have had haircut, which at the end included a sprint to the bank to get more money as they only take cash or cheque. Strange people. So now hair has no split ends left, front has been feathered, and it's been straightened. I have strange straight flyaway hair. Most odd. Oh, and got yet another hairdresser who didn't believe that hair could tangle that fast or insist on being curly. Well, if you will attempt to comb it out when it's wet...