To remind myself that I am sometimes an accountant, after a weekend of behaving more like a blissed out, love-and-peace child from the 1960s, here is my tale of the festival in numbers.
- people other than me, seen wearing aprons as fashion items: 6
- feather boas purchased: 2
- conversations with my sister-in-law bemoaning the disgusting state of our fingernails: 5
- pirate ships danced on: 1
- visits to portaloos: 20ish
- visits to the eco-friendly composting toilets: 1
- books packed: 5
- books read: 2
- nights I stayed up until 2am: 3
- glasses of mead drunk: 4
- days of unbroken sunshine: 5
- conversations with people dressed as zebras: 4
- glasses of Pimms drunk: 5
- photos taken: 192
- glasses of kir Breton cocktails drunk: 4ish
- cold pints of cider drunk: 4
- minutes spent fretting about everyday concerns: 0
- cups of tea drunk: 8
- cups of coffee drunk: 7
- minutes spent fantasising about a nice hot bath: approx. 50
- minutes spent in the bath when I returned home: 42
- and many, many more hours spent lying in tents, lying outside on the grass, listening to music, dancing, chatting, people watching and grinning.
Aww man that looks like a lot of funinthesun! Love seeing the photos and reading the list. Glad you had sunny skies and a great time! :)
ReplyDeleteAnn
total riot - been looking at the flikr photos. you wild child(ren), you! ;)
ReplyDeletea
Looks like you had a great time! Very 1960's hippyish!
ReplyDeleteI love the numbers thing is that what all accountants do!
Vanessa x
this is the best list of all. a record of fun rather than a list of stuff to do. what was the festival?
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