Yesterday and today were “yuge”. If I walked up the backstage stairs at the Civic Centre once I did it a 100 times. If walked up the foyer stairs at the Playhouse Theatre once…the same. I am the queen of stairs. The sort of queen who really hates her inanimate subjects. I am sick of walking altogether. This morning I actually found myself thinking “hey wouldn’t one of those Segways be a great thing to buy”. It was then I realised I was in an Eisteddfod induced haze of tiredness that manifests in the form of ridiculous ideas. Probably not the best frame of mind in which to be interviewed for the local WIN news. I decided not to watch it in case it was just too cringeworthy. Apparently I looked tired. No surprises there. Five hours sleep last night as the evening session didn’t finish until eleven and I decided that a good time to wake up would be 5am.

Still, it’s all been running relatively smoothly. At least there have been no parents complaining bitterly because their child didn’t win. Scoff if you will at such a ridiculous scenario but let me tell you in the world of local music making, the Eisteddfod is big business, and it’s happened many a time before.

And now I’m too tired to think of anything remotely interesting to write.

I go to bed.