A good kind of stress

We've had fun with earonn during the long weekend. I got to go to places again I only visit when I have a guest and even saw a few things I haven't yet seen myself. Like the change of the guard at the President's official residence. Or the temporary exhibition about King Sigismund of Luxembourg, which was great. I even bought a heraldic dragon pendant there. It's pretty. I think I'll use it in some Dwarf story one day.

Now, however, I don't really have time to write. We're preparing for the big term-closing concert, which will be on the day after tomorrow. We're going to sing 11 pieces, and in at least 5 of them I've got to sing the contralto solo. In two pieces I have to sing alone. On the one hand, it's great, and I appreciate the chance to shine for once (yes, I'm vain, so what?); on the other hand, I'm scared spitless, as the pieces aren't that easy. Well, let's hope the best. About the only thing I have common with Elves is my love for singing.

Thirteen more day left until I go to England to see Cambridge an to meet altariel1 and the_wild_iris. I'm very nervous, as this is our very first trip there that we are doing on our own, not as participants of some organized package holiday. I'm scared that we won't find the coach, that I've somehow messed up the online booking for the rooms (yes, they have acknowledged, but that doesn't mean that I won't fret, thank you very much - I'm strange that way). Oh, and have I remembered that I'm deadly afraid of flying? And so is Mum?

I hope we'll have a good time and I get to meet the people I go there for in the first place. I'm always nervous before a trip, and dragging my 74-year-old Mum with me doesn't makes it easier for me. If I mess up something and have to wander around in a foreign city, that's bad enough. But with Mum, it'd be a disaster.

Oh, well, I hope everything will be all right. But I won't calm down until we've found our B&B and I can see that everything is OK, I guess.