To: lauralee@gmail.com [DRAFT]

From: carrie82@hotmail.com

Subject: RE: RE: Choo-Choo(n)!

Oh, Loz – you know we were both pissed that night. All I remember is one minute you were holding on to me, talking shite, and we crossed the cobbles in Cockburn Street, and the next thing you’d taken a header down the steps of Fleshmarket Close. If you weren’t so drunk I think you might’ve smashed your head open, but you were like rubber… you just flipped and bounced – it all happened so fast. I puked with the shock before I could even come and help you up, and you were greetin’ and shouting and I couldn’t get you up, but then they heard all the commotion down at the Halfway House and a couple of old boys came up to help – they were as pished as us but clearly more used to it, thank fuck! Just one of those mental drunken accidents, doll. No point keeping going over it.

Anyway, listen – I woke up naked in my bunk this morning. As if I would sleep naked on my own? You know what I’m like. Violet was asleep in the other bunk, facing away from me, but I dunno, I had this feeling – like I could sense that just a moment before I moved, she’d been watching me. I was all bare under the covers. Mortified!

I’ve decided not to mention it, TBH. I think she might have a bit of a crush on me, but she’s too intense. I think she thinks we had a ‘moment’ at the nomadic festival, but I was so off my tits I can’t remember a thing…

Love you, doll. Can’t wait to see you.

Cx

P.S. Good for Greg. I told you, I don’t want to talk about him, and I don’t even care! I wouldn’t even care if it was you he was seeing. You’d be welcome to him. I was pissed off for a while, but I’m over it. Totally. OK?