Well then, the music festival has
been and gone and was as brilliant as ever.
Being considerably drier than last year added to the ambiance and I was
able to wander around in Crocs for part of the weekend. Highlights included watching Sinead O’Connor
who put in a cracking performance and should have been the headline act that
evening rather than Primal Scream. This
was in fact what I felt like letting out after their first couple of songs. Their lead singer appeared to have a giant
ants nest in his pants judging by the way he was scooting around the stage.
There was the usual mix of quirky folk around and some interesting outfits and
hairstyles. Apart from the delights of
the chemical toilets (don’t go there unless you really have to), my real
bugbear was the deflating airbed – it started off fine but by every morning it
was like sleeping on a pitta bread.
Most bizarre conversation of the
weekend involved a festival goer reporting a concern to a paramedic. He collared him to say he had seen two people
unconscious in the main field having taken a variety of substances and a bottle
of Jack Daniels. Great community spirit
I thought until he announced he had seen them two hours previously.....
My parents are on their annual jaunt
north and I had a call this morning to advise me that the breakfast area of
their hotel has a Christmas tree on display, fully decorated. It is
August..... At this rate the trees will
be up all year round – in fact some people here leave their external lights up
all year (albeit turned off) which I guess saves standing outside in subzero
temperatures nearer to the festive season to decorate houses and outbuildings.
Over the bank holiday, we took a
day trip over the border into Wales. It
was almost like being on holiday with all the dual language signage. The only obvious difference was that we were travelling
on the left and himself was behind the wheel.
He has yet to fully recover from the Paris experience but is building up
to possibly driving in the USA with the reasoning that the car is automatic,
the speed limit is slower and the roads are wider. We will wait and see (it
could of course be my turn to scream and cuss).
The helpful emails offering me
various products continue to flood in.
Current selections include a walk in bath (I am 50 not 90); the old
favourite mobility scooter (could be handy for the school run and shopping);
and a new one........alcohol rehab (I am teetotal). Some cracking market research prior to making
the offers. I also had a brochure from a
well known company offering me blinds for my non-existent conservatory. Again, market research at its finest.
Last week my Dad decided to take
a stroll to town on one of the hottest days but refused to take a bottle of
water. He did compromise and put a sunhat
on although I don’t think any sun cream came out of the pot. Anyhow, I went out and about doing other
stuff and on the way home an hour or so later decided I would try to find him
and give him a lift back. He is easy to
spot as he is always wearing a blue shirt and beige trousers (if he ever goes
missing it will be easy to give a description) and I spotted him trudging up a
hill carrying something large. When I
caught him up I saw he had a large three legged stool newly acquired from the
local antique centre. The reason for the
purchase was so he could rest his feet on it in the evenings........okay then,
this will go with the other three legged stool you already have in the
conservatory then. Hmmm.....at this
point he offered to sell it to me for £10.
Thanks, but no thanks. On reflection,
he could have used it to take a rest on the way home that day and had he put
his sunhat on the floor then people might have thought he was begging and
thrown coins (or other objects) at him. A
more useful idea would be to keep it in the car and when thirsty, nip into the farmer’s
field and milk a cow.
