13/5/10 22:05PM

I am in bed preparing for sleep and it isn't even dark yet. The moon is there and the sun is gone but its rays have left behind a sort of light grey in our favour. It makes me sad to think that this is all Summer comes down to. I looked outside my window and it seemed as though the sky was etched in memory of an early winter's night, not a late summer's one. I can hardly believe that it is after ten. I can hardly believe that it is only one month until June. It's now that I realise I don't remember which season is the most depressing. My mother has started using cancerous sunbeds. We are off to Majorca. This is the least appealing season come this year so far.

Inferno
Round five, why does it anger you so?
To exchange frustration with a perfumed rose
I need to talk with the usual sentiment
Of softened faces and bodies bent
Don't frown at me as though I kill
I've got five reasons why I know I will
Such a shock my bitter terror would bring,
A gathering of roses fit for a king