Bout bloody time. Just about to enter year 10 (in around six weeks) should be interesting. No more french woohoo!

Had a fantastic day, went out after school and just messed around at the park. It needs to be done more often. Then came home, went on the trampoline with neighbours little son (he's growing up fast, it's scary) then watched the storm.

I tell you, there is NOTHING like playing greensleeves on the flute while listening to a heavy storm. It was chucking it down, thunder and lighting. It just sounds, so... Amazing, mournful, sad, but calm. It was amazing. All the years of playing flute have paid off, just for that moment.

Also, I am getting a hurdy gurdy in august, all the way from Canada, I still can't quite believe it.

If anyone reads this, have a nice day.