I haven’t written a blog post for quite a while and you may know that it’s because I’ve been tied up with (not tied up by) Mr W. Following a major op on 1 July, he is now embarking on a six month course of chemotherapy. I know that many people find writing to be quite cathartic, but I feel like I haven’t had the time. I thought I’d better get back on the horse, otherwise I am at risk of loosing my appearance in the next series of Kardashians (though I suspect a lack of spandex/Lycra/bandage clothing may have put pay to that).
We did Glastonbury
I knitted at Gastonbury
Mr W did Glastonbury (though to be fair his op was pushed back a week to enable him to attend)
Mr Williams found that he didn’t quite fit into the toilets
18 minutes into the Squeeze set you can see him in that knobby hat, right at the front. That’s his festival hat – apparently. I wore flowers and glitter and had a large moustache and a goatee painted on my face in luminous paint. Mr W made the tragic mistake of letting the firstborn paint his face and then spent the weekend with the work c**ck painted on his forehead; thus the wearing of the hat.
If you look carefully in all the photos there isn’t one smiley face (with the exception of my husband taking in the fresh air of the long-drops). The entire escapade deserves a post all of it’s own. The music, people, food etc was world class but the lack of hospitality and care for the poor sods living in the mud was poor.
If you like quiet swearing and bowel habit talk, then you may wish to go to meandmycolon.com to catch up with Mr W.