But we’ve been doing so much over the last few days that whenever I’m home all I want to do is eat something and pass out. I genuinely have moments where I feel like I’m getting the flu I am THAT tired. So much for our relaxing holiday!

I don’t know where Beadle finds the energy to do it all, especially as she never seems to eat any food. This morning I’d had enough of having to sneak behind her back and have dinner alone every evening, so I decided to confront her about it. She said something under her breath which I didn’t fully catch, about a gluten allergy and keeping to a mostly vegan diet. It’s nonsense. Franki went vegan for a while and I don’t know many people who can put it away like that girl. Sometimes she would pretend she was drunker than she was just to attack some cheddar. Most girls are weird about eating and stuff. When I was fifteen sometimes I ate so much chocolate that I couldn’t stop until I made myself really sick and I had to throw it all up. I stopped doing it after a while. This is something else. She makes excuses so she doesn’t have to watch me eat, like I have a disgusting fetish or something. None of us wants to put on weight but there’s no reason to be this bloody mental about it.

We’ve already seen all the main touristy bits of Rome and I know it’s a big city but I kind of wish we could just have a retail therapy day or a day to sleep in or just wander around and relax. That would be part of the experience, wouldn’t it?

A

24/06/2006

Saw the inside of the Pantheon for fifteen whole Italian euros and sorry but there is literally nothing in there, just a bunch of old stones. Bit bored of old stones at this point. Brought home a takeaway pizza to surprise Beadle instead of going to the restaurant. I thought we could have an early night. When I got in she wasn’t there so I ate it all in the bath. I didn’t even care that I was dripping tomato sauce everywhere in the water. It was disgusting – it looked like I’d been bleeding – but I sat in there anyway until it became cold. At some point, I heard the door open. Ruth was home. I only came out of the bathroom when I heard her get into bed and the click of her bedside lamp going off.

A

25/06/2006