conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about British, Along, Princess with the genre: Crafts, Hobbies & Home, Pets & Animal Care?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'My Animals and Other Family'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My Animals and Other Family
  Dad selected on a basis of see-buy. If it was in front of him—a handbag, a belt, a pair of gloves, a jar of jam—he would put it in the basket. I reckon department stores are laid out for men who are panic buying. That's why all those leather goods are there on the ground floor as soon as you walk through the door—so that men like my father can scoop up things they think their wife might like.
  I looked in Andrew's basket. There was a football and a packet of jelly sweets. He looked at me hopefully.
  While Dad counted the bills, Andrew shoved his new football in the bottom of a big shopping bag and covered it up with a dressing gown.
  It was my job to wrap the stocking when we got home and weed out some of the less desirable objects. It was also my job to keep all the receipts for the inevitable journey back to Camp Hopson in Newbury.
  The interview training from Radley was soon to be put to the test. Mum drove me to Newmarket, where we stayed the night, before she dropped me off at Newnham College for my day of interrogation.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I walked away, turning one last time to see him standing there in his Desert Rat uniform. His bangs were falling over his left eye and, as he moved his hand up to adjust them, he turned his palm toward me and held it there until I had disappeared out of view. I had to stop the car three times on the way home because I couldn't see through the tears.
  We wrote to each other every day (we were good at that) and I threw myself into university life, ensuring that I was always busy so that I did not have time to be terrified of where he was or what he might be doing. It was a triumph of action over thought.
  I watched the lunchtime and six o'clock news, hoping that there were no reports of Allied casualties. I waited for the letters, which arrived in batches of five or six at a time, and I rang his mother occasionally to see what she had heard. I was living parallel lives. One was the faithful girlfriend waiting and worrying, the other was the fresher student exploring an invigorating new world.
  Then, of course, there was the pull of home and the challenge of the championship. I had successfully persuaded the college of my need to have a car and, those first couple of weeks, I headed off to Newmarket at 5 a.m. to ride out for a trainer called David Morley. The effect this had on my ability to concentrate in lectures was fatal. By ten o'clock in the morning, my eyes felt as heavy as sheets of metal.
  Germaine Greer was in full flow—something to do with Shakespeare and his obsession with phallic symbols. I thought that if I just put my head on my arms on the desk, I would be able to take it in better. If I just...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I walked away, turning one last time to see him standing there in his Desert Rat uniform. His bangs were falling over his left eye and, as he moved his hand up to adjust them, he turned his palm toward me and held it there until I had disappeared out of view. I had to stop the car three times on the way home because I couldn't see through the tears.
  We wrote to each other every day (we were good at that) and I threw myself into university life, ensuring that I was always busy so that I did not have time to be terrified of where he was or what he might be doing. It was a triumph of action over thought.
  I watched the lunchtime and six o'clock news, hoping that there were no reports of Allied casualties. I waited for the letters, which arrived in batches of five or six at a time, and I rang his mother occasionally to see what she had heard. I was living parallel lives. One was the faithful girlfriend waiting and worrying, the other was the fresher student exploring an invigorating new world.
  Then, of course, there was the pull of home and the challenge of the championship. I had successfully persuaded the college of my need to have a car and, those first couple of weeks, I headed off to Newmarket at 5 a.m. to ride out for a trainer called David Morley. The effect this had on my ability to concentrate in lectures was fatal. By ten o'clock in the morning, my eyes felt as heavy as sheets of metal.
  Germaine Greer was in full flow—something to do with Shakespeare and his obsession with phallic symbols. I thought that if I just put my head on my arms on the desk, I would be able to take it in better. If I just..
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: JJ, Toby and Flora: I hope you enjoy reading about your daddy and Auntie Clare and that you have a childhood as fun as ours, but maybe without the stealing!
  Thank you to all the animals who have filled my life with happiness and love—especially Frank, for understanding me. Archie and Itty the cat have both watched me write, and I like to think they'd enjoy reading this, if they could. Walking Archie was essential, because it gave me space and time to think.