Bored out of my skull...

Grandpa Goth seems to be using that expression a lot recently, and I seem to have picked it up. That is the only way to describe how utterly bored I am right now. I've had to smuggle open my laptop bag as it is, hence giving me the ability to write this blog. Clever that. I've spoken to The Hair tonight, so I'm feeling a little better. By the time I cried myself to sleep it was getting light outside. Not fun. I'm intending on going to bed earlier tonight, as I have 6:30am start. I'm relieved - I was going to suggest to my parents that we get up early and just go for it, but I knew that they'd had t drive down today and I didn't want to put them under any strain. But they came up with the idea, so that was dandy. Eek! I only have 38% of my battery power left. I could find my laptop and internet lead, but I couldn't find the charger. I think it's good as I won't be able to stay up all night.

The Proms were fun tonight. I love singing in big concerts where everyone is happy and the audience know the songs. It makes it seem much more universal. I felt disgustingly patriotic though - I don't mind waving a Welsh flag, but a British one seems a bit too odd for my liking.

Anyway, I'm aiming to go to bed whilst it's still dark. More tomorrow when I get home.