Post-festival comedown

We returned from Hampshire at 2am. I had a shower and went to bed at about 2.50. Don't know what time I got up, but it was a relief NOT to hear the campsite's chemical toilets being hoovered out by a giant pump.with a lorry attached!

My sister K and her daughter J wanted to go down to the rope swing in the valley before they left, so we all had a good swing, a laugh and a walk, and took away some of the rubbish left by the late night partygoers. They left at about 2.30 pm, and at about 2.55 I found a pair of K's boots...

We raced down to Sainsbury's car park, because I knew they'd be shopping for high school trousers for J! Caught up, handed over the footwear, and returned, to keep on attempting to tidy up. My brain has a no-sleep hangover. Thinking is painfully slow. Still, I am getting there. Washing in the machine; mattress back upstairs, with tent; melamine plates in the dishwasher ; sleeping bags airing in the garden.

Tomorrow, work. I have nothing for my packed lunch. It feels like a John Cooper Clarke type of day:

'She left her heart in Frisco
She left her room in a mess
She left her hat at the disco
Sh never left her address'.

Watch this space for some backblips from the Wickham festival.