That's That Then.

 I've finally had to sort Charlotte out, or at least I think I have, it will be interesting to see how Saturday goes though.

After the little exchange of messages on Sunday evening basically asking how each other was, I didn't hear from her again until Monday evening. Then I got another message along similar lines to the very, lets say suggestive one from last week. Although it was written a lot better. It started off with how hot I looked on Saturday when she saw me, before going on to inviting me over to her place, and it definitely wasn't for dinner either, that's all I'm going to inflict upon you about that. I just ignored the message.

Then yesterday evening I just kept on getting one message after another, each one was simply a '?'.

In the end I just had to message back and say that I was too busy sorting out my future at the moment to get involved in a relationship with her or anyone else. So please stop sending me messages.

Her reply was nice enough, too nice really as now I feel bad, 'Ok, that makes me sad because I really like you, I though you wanted a friend'.

I do feel really bad, like I should say more, or maybe help her somehow as to my mind she has some sort of a problem. But I fear that may just end up giving her some kind of false hope for the future. It's best just ended I suppose.

Today I am going rolling again in all the fields that dad has sown with Spring Barley. Dad and Eric think that it's a boring job but I like it so that makes everyone here happy. Perhaps not so much mum as she misses out on our afternoon tea together.