Music and Wine and Work

I went to a music festival this weekend, no really, not really the sort of radical rock and roll activity I am normally associated with, but go I did. Glastonbury or Reading it was not, it's a local one held in the large and beautiful garden of a local musician type and all the acts are friends and family, but it has a proper stage and sound system and people saying 'one, two' into microphones whilst tuning their guitar and everything. There was all sorts of music from folk to blue grass to good old fashioned rock 'n' roll. I was, unusually for me at this event, stone cold sober as I had volunteered to be the designated driver but I had a ball, danced and howled (Werewolves of London with a new audience participation section) and for the first time in 5 years of attendance, did not have a hangover on Sunday morning........

Sundays are normally a day of rest or housework or socialising over large and fattening meals or even just sleeping, but I spent my Sunday standing in a small gazebo outside a well-known supermarket wearing an purple sash and massaging overwrought shoppers. It was surprisingly good fun, I was working with nice people and most of said shoppers were grateful and not at all bolshy.

Me and Mr Old Nonsense were going to go out in the evening for aforementioned large and fattening meal, but our plans were derailed by several factors.

1: I got home and despite being seriously annoyed at the lack of any discernible change in the state of the house since I left immediately became one with the sofa and couldn't move.

2: I may have been designated driver, but Mr Old Nonsense had imbibed heavily the night before and was still feeling delicate, which was not helped by...

3: Mr ON had attended the birthday bash of his 7 year old god-daughter and bearing in mind point 2 had been subjected to a couple of hours of high pitched squealing at some play gym whilst nibbling on a dodgy sausage roll and looking like he was having fun.

So a Chinese takeaway it was and I am spending today swinging between the desire to live in a clean and organised home and the need for a proper day off.

The day off is currently winning

xx