Carrie didn’t wake up at all last night, so I spent the time reading her emails, which was enlightening, to put it mildly. She’s very trusting to leave her laptop lying around without a password, but then she’s very trusting to allow a total stranger to share a room with her. These are things that people do when they’re travelling – but you’d think when you passed the age of thirty that some of the naivety would disappear, along with the youthful roundness and flawless skin. Not that there’s anything wrong with Carrie’s skin. Quite the opposite. It’s as smooth and pale as alabaster. She looks at least ten years younger than she is. It surprises me that she’s so trusting in some ways, and yet so on the ball with other things – like knowing the currency and the costs and not letting us get ripped off. I’ve been ripped off a few times, but then I suppose, when you’ve never had to work a day in your life, never had to want for a thing, it’s easy to play fast and loose with a few quid.

Just like my little game of not paying for anything.

I’m sure Carrie has realised by now that she’s paid for all the accommodation, food and tickets since she met me, but she hasn’t commented yet. Well, unless you include her drunken rant on the train. To be honest I’m getting a bit bored with the game now. I’ll draw some money out and pay her back today.

I ate breakfast alone, which wasn’t the plan, but Carrie barely stirred when I asked if she was getting up, so I suppose she needed that sleep after all. Being the good friend that I am, I took her up a little something from the dining room. Some bread, jam, ham, cheese and what I think was a raspberry yogurt – it was difficult to tell from the picture on the carton. The maid was on our floor when I left, and I asked her for a few extra coffee sachets and some fresh milk. Perhaps I’ll take Carrie out for dinner tonight too, to say thank you for everything. Partly because I want to, but also because it will knock her off guard and give me the upper hand again. I sense she is starting to tire of me, and I’m not ready to move on just yet.