I went to a festival last night. The local village Rockfest. I got to stay up late past ten o’clock. Yes, I know you’ll be shocked, me being the classy, organic chick that I am and all but hey. What can I say? Sometimes Mummy’s just have to get down with the sounds and chill.
Oh, God.
The Festival
We are currently in Devon in the Uk, staying with my family. When I found out that we were to go to a festival, the first thing I thought of was not how much fun and joy my beloved children were going to have to mingle with their cousins that they haven’t seen for three years.
No.
My first thought was, how much is this going to bloody cost me and will there be wine.
Because I am resourceful and have a serious drinking problem, I instructed Brian to whizz to Lidl’s quickly and buy a couple of bottles of red – under a fiver mind. This would see me through the night nicely thank you very much.
Getting Through Security With My Stash of Wine
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Luckily it wasn’t the sort of festival that checked your pockets for knives and tweezers and wine bottles, no, there were homemade cakes, raffle tickets and a Mr Whippy van.
At the entrance, two elderly women volunteers, a bit older than me, were giving away free cancer research pansies that they had crocheted themselves. Very nice.
We went to pay. An old man who stood guarding the raffle tickets with his life saw me and smiled. Obviously, thinking “Here’s another tenner”.
I wanted to announce while pointing smugly to the wine stashed under my arm, “Don’t think you’ll be making any money out of me at your rip-off charity bar Fella”, but instead, I said, “That’s a nice florescent jacket you’re wearing Sir, are you a real policeman?” and went nicely on my way.
As the day wore into the evening and I’d had my fill of cups of tea and stale biscuits, I started on the good stuff. The kids got a bit nervous when they saw me pouring my red wine out of the bottle like one of those strange men that I had warned them about in New York…
Oh my god, I almost peed reading this. You bloody legend!!!! I’d ya styles and would music fest with you anywhere rocker xx
Ah, Mel! You are such a rockfest girl…xx
Sweet Jesus Lizzie!!! This is bloody brilliant!! I literally cried with laughter whilst Kev looked at me somewhat bemused!! Loved it!! Going to read it again now!!
Tell Kev to splash a bit of Patchouli oil on and watch the sparks fly…xxx
My 13 yr old son just asked me what the hell I was doing as I bit into my bottom lip and burrowed like a Bunny (just to really get the visual).
Hilarious!
Haha! Glad he got to witness it Krissy, always good to get them worrying from a young age..!
You dance like me! Or I dance like you! Either way, we rock!
We do Cheryl, we do!
Just love it! So hilarious – our boys are only just starting to get to the age where embarrassing them can be a real sport…nicely done.
Sounds like a fun night!
Thank you Michelle! Lots of fun years ahead for you then?!
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I want the video !!!!