Saturday, May 26, 2018

Once a mam

As I mentioned previously it's the radio one Biggest Weekend music festival today and tomorrow when huge crowds are anticipated. Driving in the other direction this morning I noticed lots of scantily-dressed young people presumably making their way to the event. I couldn't help it: the mam in me came out. 'I hope they've got woollies for later on when it gets colder. And a plastic bag to sit on. And, if the weather forecast is right, a mac.'

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In the village I walked past my old family home. It was sold a few years ago and renovations have been going on. I guess the new owner - maybe developer - ran out of money as there's been no progress on it for ages and it looks so sad. Overgrown garden and derelict-looking house. Nobody to care for it or love it.

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I am delighted to report that my pram has found a new home! It's going to a care home for residents with dementia. I'm not sure what they'll do with it - I'll ask Niki when she comes to pick it up tomorrow - but I am so pleased that it will be going to be loved again.


nick said...

I'm always amazed at what young people are prepared to put up with in the name of "going to a gig". Awful weather, mud, jostling crowds, terrible food, huge queues for the toilets etc. But they seem to enjoy refusing all comforts and mod cons in the name of not being like their stuffy old parents.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

I so wanted to go to Glastonbury a zillion years ago but somehow always ended up with my grandparents in Hastings yet again. So I can quite understand it !
Anyway, at that age you're invincible and the last thing you should be worried about is mud.