Tickets to see The Dashing Wolves! Awesome! I'm going to have to owl my father now though, and I know he's not going to be impressed. I should probably explain further...

A couple of days ago he owled me to tell me what our Christmas plans involved going to France, but frankly going to France is over-rated, and I find it a tad dull, so I want to stay and attend the gig. I wouldn't mind, but now I've come of age he just wants to take me to a posh area and try and introduce me to as many snooty rich girls as possible-not that he'll have told mother that, oh no, he'll have told her he's taking her there because she deserves a rest.

Maybe I can plead that we only need a week away, not two. Come hell or high water I will be celebrating with my team!