I wish I was a witch

6am start. Painful.
Met my mother and three of my cousins on a bus before 8am this morning.
We went to the Harry Potter studios in Watford and had a wonderful day.
I was exhausted, so much so that my chest hurt from tiredness.

I want to go back there so much. I have actually walked down Diagon Alley and that fact blows my mind. Got a wand. I HAVE A WAND!

The girls had gone by the time I got back. The house was horrible when it was empty. Spoke to an old friend on the phone for three hours which left me rather less scared.