I was just going through the photographs me and Charlie took in Paris, for the umpteenth time. Whenever I feel down, these days I just have to look at those photos to cheer myself up. It was a remarkable week we spent, in a remarkable city, and the photographs trigger great memories which make me feel warm inside. Frankly the photographs taken in Disney land make me feel like a child again. I also feel a great admiration for charlotte – she just took it in her stride, but her endeavours that week, in terms of both her kindness and sheer physical effort, were quite incredible. I have been reticent in writing this before now for fear of embarrassing c: on one hand, I think we both see our Parisian adventure as just like any other trip taken by two good uni friends; yet on the other, the fact remains that it was Charlie who both organised and powered this trip in an amazing gesture of kindness for which I am extremely grateful. After all, its too rare that a person will push someone miles through the streets of Paris, feeding them, making sure no harm comes to them, simply because they’re their friend. It was like my cp wasn’t an issue. If only the world contained more people like charlotte Jones.