So, I went to Reading Festival over the weekend courtesy of the high street chain Warehouse. And it's all thanks to Lady M. You see, if it wasn't for her christening, I wouldn't have bought a dress from Warehouse and got a store card (paid off in full btw, I'm not silly) and been sent emails from them. One of which was about a competition to win tickets to one of the summer festivals. I chose Reading and then forgot all about it UNTIL I received a phone call to tell me I had won tickets. I very rarely win anything, not even bars of Dairy Milk on village fete tombolas so I didn't fully believe it until they scanned the tickets on Friday and let me and the Rock through.
We couldn't go on the Saturday (no babysitters - doting Grandparents were off at a family wedding) but we did manage to go on the Sunday as well as the Friday which was worth it just to see Tim Minchin who is a Musical Comedy genius. I heart him. We did stay to see Muse but, to be perfectly honest, we got a bit bored. As did lots of people judging from the rapidly thinning crowd. I am a huge fan of live music but I do like to know the words to at least the choruses of some of the songs so, sadly, a rendition of the entire 'Origin of Symmetry' 2001 album wasn't for me and I did think they were being slightly self indulgent.
Friday was genuinely epic though (see, spending the weekend with school leavers has broadened my knowledge of contemporary slang) - 30stm, Patrick Wolf, Deftones, A Genuine Freakshow and, of course, My Chemical Romance. Awesomeness rose to a new level when Brian May came back onstage with MCR and they covered 'We Will Rock You' followed by 'Welcome to the Black Parade.' I was a very happy, tired, muddy competition winner (even the scantily dressed children couldn't ruin my festival buzz on Friday.) One thing though, Lady M is NOT camping at a festival ever. She can go but she will be collected every night by me or the Rock. As much as I want to be a relaxed mum, there is no way she will be camping overnight. Walking through one if the campsites and looking around at all the teenagers in various states of inebriation and (un)dress, I thought this is the ninth circle of hell for any mother whose teenager is here. No, no, no. Unless I can fit Lady M with a teeny tiny camera so that I know what she's doing every second, just no.
So, now to the other end of the lifestyle spectrum, a weekend at the Olds sans the Rock who is currently cycling around Scotland in the rain. Crazy. Lady M will be subjected to endless rounds of Pat-a-cake whilst I try to rein in my relief of being allowed to be 'off-duty' for a few days. Because, you know, it is amazing to have someone else change the nappies and cook the meals and clean the floor three times a day and entertain a tiny person for a while. Lady M is amazing and funny and gorgeous but sometimes it all gets a little bit tedious and, whisper this next word, dull. So, a long weekend away can be just the right thing to alleviate that feeling and then, next week, we start back at all the classes and playgroups, etc. I'll be aiming for one a weekday and I've already got Tuesdays and Fridays sorted out...
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