Glastonbury, London, and squashed sugar bowls

>> Sunday, 26 June 2011

My parents live about 6 miles from Glastonbury, where right now the festival is in full swing. I can hear the music - even from inside their house - like the noise of distant thunder. I wonder, what must it be like to live closer? Perhaps the locals relocate for the duration, like families I know of in Notting Hill who decamp during Carnival; what seemed a selling point when they moved, young, free and single, into their cool west London pads rapidly turning into a living nightmare when they found themselves trapped inside their home with buggies and young children for 3 straight days at the end of August every year.


Sure, it's cool to visit Carnival, but to live through it with no respite from the partying? Those who could voted with their feet and went to visit gran and grandad for the weekend, or better yet, took the children to their doting grandparents before hotfooting back to London, safe in the knowledge that little Lucinda could sleep through the night whilst mum and dad recaptured some of their lost youth...

I haven't been at Glastonbury, though. Arriving last week, we brought the Boys down Somerset (no worries they would be kept awake by the dull thud thud thud of the bass after 3 days spent with family looking to cram 6 months-worth of treats in 72 hours exhausted them utterly), and then Husband and I travelled back to London. I went to CyberMummy11 yesterday before I spent the evening celebrating a friend's wedding and then, finding myself with an hour to spare before heading back to green space, wandered around the Summer Exhibition at The Royal Academy this morning.

Here then are some of the things I learned this weekend...

15 flattened silver sugar bowls, suspended in a line 4"above the floor on fine wires, make a rather more beautiful exhibit than you might imagine.

I can still - after 20 years of living there - get lost in London trying to find a tube station in the City.

This is not a good move when you've been wearing your strappy wedges all day.

Always take an umbrella when you go out in London, even if the sky is cloudless when you leave. Either that, or a hair dryer. If you forget both, then resign yourself to rats-tail hair.

Even the best restaurants can give you a little 'extra' with your salad. A little 'extra' that wriggles unobtrusively on your plate, that is...

CyberMummy is a great place to go for inspiration and impetus to finally get around to all those things you've been meaning to do for ages- either blogging, or writing-wise -but haven't yet got round to.

It's also a great place to meet all those people who's blogs you admire, and some who's blogs you haven't yet got around to checking out but have been meaning to do for ages...

But you still won't have the time to properly catch up with most of the people you want to talk to.

And that there were some drinkers in the bar of a certain hotel on The Strand who got rather more information than they bargained for, when they listened in to a group of 10 bloggers swapping stories on Friday night.


10 comments:

MsCaroline 26 June 2011 at 23:38  

Oh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall while you were exchanging those stories..!!
sympathy for you as far as the Tube/sandals go. Spending lots of time navigating the subway in Seoul (during Monsoon season no less) and this has been quite a challenge.

I'm So Fancy 27 June 2011 at 07:24  

Missed you too! I made a late appearance, sort of a sneak in and sneak out, but would have loved a hello!

Mr Lonely 27 June 2011 at 09:42  

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Knackered Mother 27 June 2011 at 11:14  

Potty, it was really lovely to meet you at last. Watched Beyonce on telly last night. My thighs are EXACTLY like hers.

Bush Mummy 27 June 2011 at 12:46  

Potty lovely to have you back in the 'hood and sorry not to see you at Cybermummy. I will try next year.. promise.

BM x

London City Mum 27 June 2011 at 14:47  

Pah! I thought we were very subdued.

Although now that you mention it, the lounge was a tad deserted by the time we took our leave.

Loved seeing you again.

LCM x

Muddling Along 27 June 2011 at 16:13  

It was the way that all conversation stopped whilst we carried on... oops

Lovely to finally meet you in person and hope to do it again soon (p.s. you were so right going for a dress for Saturday - I was melting)

Metropolitan Mum 28 June 2011 at 14:18  

Good to see you on Saturday! Can't remember who told me, but it turned out that I am going to send my daughter to the same school your boys went to in London. You are my first school gate mum!! (Kind of, as you are not here...) Next time I'll see you I am going to grill you about the school ;-)

Potty Mummy 28 June 2011 at 21:49  

MsC, it's a pain, isn't it?

Fancy, you were there? Blast it, can't believe we missed each other.

MrL, thanks for commenting.

KM, mine too! Amazing - we could be twins!

BM, there's always next year. x

LCM, subdued by OUR standards, perhaps... Great to see you too x

MAM, great to meet you too and yes, let's not leave it a year, eh?

MM, you are clearly also a woman of VERY good taste. Feel free to drop me a line with any questions you have on the school, happy to give out any and all info I can! (Let's just say that our boys are likely to return there if/when we get back to London, which I guess should speak for itself!)

Apple Island Wife 29 June 2011 at 09:02  

Mmmm, some of my favourite places.. Glastonbury Festival, Notting Hill, and the tube!

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