*this page of the diary seems to be slightly water damaged*
Dear Diary,
I'm soaked to the skin. Who's idea was it to have a snowball fight anyway? I'm sure all those hobbits who dressed in white were cheating as I got more than my fair share of snowballs thrown at me. The theatre was fun though, even though we didn't get to see Old Bloodtusk (again).
I got called up to play Bilbo when one of the players took 'break a leg' too seriously. Apparently I've been in the audience so many times the player thought I knew the part. I'm not sure I got old Bilbo's speech quite right but then again nobody who was at the real party could ever agree on what the speech actually was anyway, too much drink had been flowing by that point!
Everyone thought I did a marvellous job of playing the part of a batty old man. I'm not sure whether to take that as a complement or take it as a warning I need to change my wardrobe pronto and do something different with my hair.
I'm not sure my hat will ever be the same again, it's gone all out of shape from snowball pelting. Still it worked up an appetite and a nice hot glass (or five) of mulled wine afterwards makes it worth getting all cold and wet in the first place.
