Amy giggled and looked at the clock, 10.30 she noted, as she jogged over to her trunk, she pulled out her jammies and ran behind the screen in the room, changing into her pyjs she came back out from behind the screen, we should go to bed soon she said, turning down her music even more, it was the first night after all, she sat on her bed and pulled on her dressing gown, and took her Adrian Mole book out of her trunk and began to read it, laughing every two minutes at different comments, she would write her letter to her family and her agent tomorow