Today, I am defecating bricks.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Tomorrow, June the 15th, is the day of my dreaded piano exam. During the last few weeks I've had piano for breakfast, piano for lunch and piano for dinner. That is, I admit, a lot of piano-ness. However, what I'm trying to say is this:

I AM SO SCARED.

As you know, I started playing the piano again last autumn after three utterly non-musical years. I've always done well in music exams and there is no reason why I shouldn't do so this time. I practised for four hours today and even though everything went smoothly I've spent the last hour or so wishing I hadn't applied for this exam.

My piano teacher told me to skim over my exam repertoire in my head every night before I go to sleep. Last night I was snoring away before I'd got to my arpeggios. Is that good or bad? I really don't know.

I'm trying to comfort myself with the thought that, in less than 24 hours, it will all be over and I'll have nothing but a glorious summer ahead of me. Wish me luck, keep your fingers crossed at 10 am GMT tomorrow and think of me during that half an hour of tumult.

Adieu!