When someone tells you to go straight the road and you'll see sign Nursery School and you go straight and end up somewhere in the middle of nowhere, then you have reason to be upset. When your aunt tells it was your fault, then you have reason to be upset. And then, when you finally find it, children look at your face like you were something fabulous and you eat chocolate and drink still water from pink cup.

Sitting in the garden, breathing the smoke from Viki's cigarette, you realise the only outlet is to go for coffee and talk, talk, talk and maybe it's not just about talking, because when you listen to Vishaka, you start to think that maybe not all of the people are bitches. Maybe nobody is a bitch and it's just me. And I spoke about teasing and ignorant people and do you now how we got here? Of course, we discussed men firstly.

When you decide on going to trip and your friend cancell it and when they do it fourth time, then you are upset. So I changed my plans for weekend into bouncing in the rain with iced latte and filling up postcards with special picture add - oh how I love myself when doing this.

On sunday I woke up early and spent quite a long time searching for Banksy's drawings and I found something, which probably could be Bansky's picture, but I'm not sure. One nation under CCTV would be a great poster anyways.

It took me a while to get used to that feeling when your mouth is faster than your brain and then you think just "Oh, did I really say it?", which happens to me all the time here in London.

After midday I met auntie and Viki again in Camden town. Although I didn't like the "Your struggle even hasn't started already", which I disagreed with, I liked that part "Stop pulling me". Mutual poking, international farewell and listening to Killers.

Being stuck in the biggest european five-floored library in Piccadilly circus takes more than one hour and being amazed by Richard Brautigan and youth pair clamping themselves and reading from books and overhear the talk of two girls about view-changing story, it didn't make any difference.

I'm addicted to watching BBC and when going to school, GoodMorningLondon sounds in my ears. The guy in Subway sold me cheaper sandwich than it was supposed to be, because I didn't have enough money and I'd do it again just for that feeling I felt when he asked me what was my name and he thought I was Italian. After this was hiss in my left earphone and untied shoe only a little blur on my widescreen.

I spent 20 pounds on postcards and filling it in I will postpone to undergrounds' drive home and Samuels' mail I will just let sink into dust, deeper in my inbox and write back when I won't be so enthusiastic. And have I mentioned that Matt's originally from Poland?

Today I was in Notting Hill - well, everybody said there was nothing, but I wanted to check it and well, yes, there is nothing. But the scottish-looking guy who I asked, where was Subway, was kind - these days I do lot of things without thinking.

Palahniuk helps me connect with other people quite a lot - Matt read Snuff and I love him. This is my personal summer.

In Top Shop they played La Roux and believe it or not, I bought pink tights. Can you see what I'm doing?

Two times I stayed in the train when it was in the station where I was supposed to get out, you know, just because for the thrill of being lost and - Mind the gap, Mind the gap, please!

About slight morning sickness, I will tell you something. About nights which are hard to get through, I could write a book. Now it's first time I'm in England for more than week and I tend to think about what it will be like, when I come home and what will be another year about. When someone tell you, they don't miss you so much - well, it does hurt. When I'm sitting in underground, sometimes I don't want to get off the train on Colliers Wood, I want the train to go on, fast and then just stop in the certain point, a year after this. Skip it. Skip the part of being home, (well, I got used to call home the country, where I was raised) and be in England again. The same as you do it with music, you skip the one song, which doesn't make you happy. I don't want to hear this song. Give me Patrick Wolf, give me Chris Corner, but not this. It's far too painful for listening the sound of another year in these bright days.

When you look at your watches on your wrist, it's hard to believe the time passes by. It's hard to let something slip from your mind, it's hard to stay in someone's mind.

Matt was today wearing white T-shirt and grey buttoned sweater and it doesn't matter, but -, and said houndred times You're really good and for me this was the part, where the sentence stopped, there was no at english in the end, really. Anyway I still do not believe either of those options. And he talks with the cutest american accent british person can have.

Sitting on a bench in the park I was thinking about weekend and now I can say I enjoyed it quite a lot, it was kind of - well, I can't say intellectual fun, but fun it actually was. It's been a long time ago since I last time had shot the breeze with somebody in a way I perceive it.

In newspaper stand I bought Glamour, where is on the top written Britain's No1 women's magazine, but sorry guys, I got it only because of the free book packed with it, no doubts, really.

Piccadilly circus haven't changed at all and we booked tickets for Peter Pan musical. There was not so much to choose from. I mean, there's always not so much to choose from.

1 day, underground3 day, Kingston

4 day, StarbucksI said I will be choking with a muffin:4 day, Kensington Gardens