Off to Glastonbury

Today Frangelita is a happy bunny. After a seriously hellish week last week (not going to go into the details, but suffice to say I was almost reduced to tears on one day after spending two and a half hours driving backwards and forwards between Blackbird Leys and Cutteslowe and still failing to get what I had gone there for), things are looking up.

Cos not only am I heading to the mystical land of pear cider, rivers of mud and mysterious solstice occurences, I don't have to work for the next 12 days. Whoop! Although as I often say, I love my job, we've got a bit tight in terms of staff of late, expressions have been grim, shouting and swearing more frequent and inappropriate tears ever closer. So this is going to be a well-deserved break.

As to cider land, I managed to get myself in the festival spirit by visiting some small free music festival in Oxfordshire at the weekend, which was very laid back and rather nice, if a bit disconcerting that some of the acts looked not dissimilar to those you might see at a rather good school talent show. Course, the ambience was slightly spoilt when something (I think it must have been a nettle or ants rather than a snake in retrospect) got into my knickers, stung or bit me several times around my lower back area and left me in an extraordinary amount of seemingly inexplicable pain, which did not budge for the best part of an hour. I still don't really know what happened there. But I hope it does not happen again, it was HORRIBLE. And I felt like a bit of a drama queen as there appeared to be nothing to see, but I was at one point literally stooped over in pain.

Anyway, Glastonbury it is this weekend. Heading down tomorrow to get a good camping spot, suck up the vibe, and of course get started on a few pitchers of pear cider - not to mention the two boxes of wine we're carting down there.

It's going to be my third Glastonbury, but different from all the others because this time a whole gang of us are going from Oxford - including Curtains, who I asked a few weeks ago who he was going to the festival with and he said "you guys" . I said I assumed he would be going with someone cool, and he said he was. Bless.

Anyway, my first Glasto I went with a small group, only one of whom I knew very well.

Last time it was just me and HF, even though we knew loads of people there we didn't meet up with any of them. It was memorable for any number of reasons, not least of which watching the sun rise while queuing for the cash machine, or the time me and HF woke up to find a complete stranger in the middle of our tent trying to snuggle down in between us. It took a long and involved discussion to convince her to LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.

So I shan't be back in the world of blogging until next Tues at the earliest (quel surprise). Expect a few brain cells to have been decimated by then.

More on that story later.