It should have been Glastonbury Festival this weekend. It's been a particularly depressing and difficult week. Work has been getting busier and busier but the furloughed staff aren't able to come back until July, as if Catrin brings them back before then she has to bring them back for a full three weeks. From July she can bring them back on a part time basis. So I've been crazy busy in work, so much so that I went in at 6.00am last Wednesday. We had a mini heatwave too and the girl I was working with was too afraid to put the air con on as she had a bit of a sore throat. So it was a busy, tiring, hot and sweaty day in work. I cleared my desk by 3.00pm though so came home to lie in the garden for a bit, but it was too bloody hot.
I also had a WhatsApp row with a work colleague who was bragging about her lovely relaxed furlough life whilst I was busy working myself into an early grave for the sake of the company. The boss got involved and it all kicked off, the woman is deranged. I've come close to handing my notice in on numerous occasions this week. Just four more days and then I've got a week off and it CANNOT come soon enough. I'm spent. Also it looks like they might ease our lockdown rules on my first day off and get rid of the 5 mile rule, so that means I can go and see my friend in Cardiff and hopefully get off up to the Brecon Beacons and climb a hill or something. Whatever I do I'll be attempting to avoid the crowds as per usual.
It's thirty years since I went to my first every Glastonbury. I remember hitchhiking down from Liverpool to see if we could sneak in over the fence. We didn't need to in the end, a scouser came past on his bicycle and asked us if we were trying to get in. Yes, we said. Okay, meet me down that path in ten minutes he said. He turned up with two wristbands that we held together as we walked past two stewards and suddenly we were in the festival. We thought he'd want some money for them but he didn't. It turned out that he was a regular at The State nightclub where I had been working and he told me that I was his favourite barmaid. We didn't take many photos back in those days I only have ONE picture of me at Glastonbury 1990. However, I went into the attic and found the jumper that I wore and put the two photos on Twitter. Currently over 12000 people have seen my tweet. If I'd known it would going to be seen by that many people I would have tried to take a better photo!!
Thinking about what I should have been doing if I was at Glastonbury has been bittersweet. We had a Glastonbury recycling crew quiz online on Tuesday so that was nice and a zoom with Karen, Pete and Neil on the Thursday. Then there's been lots of Glastonbury footage on iPlayer all weekend so I've dipped in and out. Sometimes it just too depressing to watch and sometimes it makes me grin from ear to ear. I'm just praying that it will be able to go ahead next year.
Lockdown keeps easing in England. The pubs are opening on July 4th and people are going to be allowed to holiday abroad without quarantining. Conversely the only place I'm planning on going to - Scotland - has said that it may start quarantining visitors from England! Over 500,000 descended on the beaches in Bournemouth last week during the heatwave, so much so that they had to declare it a major incident. There was fighting, drinking, illegal parking, littering and people shitting in burger boxes on the beach. I sometimes think it would be better if we were wiped out, what a ridiculous species we are.
I've been so tired for the last couple of weeks that all I've been doing in the evenings is eating and drinking and I'm feeling very bloated now. So come July I'm going to have to go on a health kick. Having said that I currently have some brie warming in the kitchen and a large glass of red wine on the go. They're showing Bowie's 2000 Glastonbury set in full in 25 minutes, so I'm going to watch that with some cheese and biscuits and probably have a little cry. Well, why not? I think I've cried every day this week, better out than in.
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