The Prince and the Fog.

The fog is nuts! It's so thick now that i can only see as far as the parapet outside my window. How marvelously exciting. I want to wander around in it because i might feel like a shadowy secret agent. Now if only the parents would give me the money to buy that trench coat...

Daryl told me not to lie about wanting to feel like a secret agent, and that i was just wishing that my prince charming would ride out of the fog on a white horse. Firstly, i think prince charmings are highly overrated and the idea of having one is quite, quite gross.

If anyone ever, in a fit of emotion, tells me, "Baby, let me be your Prince Charming. We will ride away on my white horse (his name is Robert) to a beautiful land land where nothing exists except you and me. You will have nothing to fear for i, your princely darling, will protect you," I dunno... I might kick him.

And secondly, headless riders are more prone to riding out of fogs than headful princey-darlings.