Sixth Day?

We got up and again, had a drop box breakfast. It was the same, except for having a pastry in it, too. It was ok. Not great. Not horrible. Ok.

We grabbed our suitcases and hit the bus. I was probably late. I don't remember. KorTnIE doesn't either. So I don't care. She thinks she was asleep...

We drove out of Wales, and while we did so Paul played traditional Welsh music. The gay snots complained a lot. Paul turned up the music. They said it was loud. He said they just had hangovers. They shut up after that.

I have to go now, so I will finish later. Bye! Love you guys!