I’ve had three really dull days, as if everything is in slow motion, the same time to get up for school etc, the same dull tea when I get home, with the same boring conversation round the table. I have had too much dwelling time and can still see Samuel’s face looming up at me. I am not supposed to see him until next week, which is at least something. I’m a bit worried that Samuel may have a point; it does really annoy me that people interfere. But I’m beginning to realise that people ignore me full stop.