Driving to meet Demanta at the phone shop. I'm glad she's coming because she won't suspect me of not getting her phone and reading her messages. Father is very distressed about money and I feel guilty. I'm running out of fuel and have only £16. I keep sending Demanta money and she says she'll pay back. She's booked a holiday with a friend instead of with me. I need to get over her, but I love her. I'm parking now; she's not here yet, and I'm afraid of being in trouble.