So Rob is packing the cars, James and Luke are dispersed around the house in showers, Penny is hiding in the office buying tickets for, well for I dread to think how many Rufus Wainwright gigs. Al, well I presume Al is still sleeping as he has yet to rise from his pit and I’ve taken refuge behind the laptop while the blonde kid jumps in and out of the trailer, runs in and out the house, and generally “helps” everyone with what they’re doing.

Now I’m not saying Jordan is excited but you know “We’re going to Hesfes today and if i help everyone we can get there quicker and if I stand here I wont be in Robs way but I better move because now I’m in Penny’s way Where’s James and what are you doing Mom??? can I get a car our off my case?? and and and I’ve never been to Hesfes before can I have some toast and can I play with this and what’s that for?…..”

So as you see, everything is as normal here, the stressful ones being berated by the laid back ones for being stressed, the laid back ones being berated by the more stressful ones for not taking the organisation seriously the younger ones quite excited and me, well I’m just waiting to get on the road…

…see you all when I get back.

Having just sat here and devoured a third of a Lemon Meringue Pie, which I have to admit was equally as good as Sara Lee’s Chocolate fudge cake, but nowhere close to Krispy Kreme and their perfect doughnuts. I am now feeling quite sickly and rather sleepy.

The rain has given us a short respite today and the “pond” that appeared in my back garden has now subsided, well at least until tomorrow, When, the metcheck website has reliably informed me, its going to start hooning it down around dinner time and not stop for the rest of the day!! Joy of joys, At least it’s given the kids a chance to get outside to play for a while.

I use the term play loosely as at one point it sounded like war had broken out in the street and I was about to sound all alarms until I realised it was just the the blonde kid and Craig arguing over “she’s not my girlfriend”… AND talking of “She’s not my girlfriend” it seems I may have to rename her to….

“She IS my girlfriend”

The blonde kid has admitted, to me at least, that Shannon is indeed his girlfriend because “she told him she was!”. And he very solemnly announced to her when she last came around to play and I interrupted them that “It’s O.K, Mom knows about us!” At which point she pulled her best I’m going to pretend I don’t know what your talking about embarrassed face and blushed from the tips of her very cute little ears right down to I’m sure if I could have seen them the soles of her feet.

Ahhh the complexities of seven year olds relationships!

God damn it, why is it as soon as somebody mentions the words Glastonbury and or Wimbledon the heavens open and it rains and rains and rains…

It is June isn’t it, I didn’t fall into some kind of semi comatose state and completely miss summer?

I took the day off work today, I had an extra day off that need to be booked, so we made plans for the blonde kid to stay off school so we could take him to Ragley Hall on some Home Ed fun day out, and we also had passes this evening to see The Feeling play at Cannock Chase, Rain put a damper on both events.

Ragley Hall asked us to rearrange the booking as there adventure playground was saturated which was fair enough I suppose but then it has done nothing but rain ALL day which made us reconsider our plans for this evening. With the memory of a very very wet V festival last summer still fairly fresh in mind, And tonights concert being an outdoor event that for some reason known only to the organizers had banned umbrellas we thought it best to cancel.

V was ok because as 2 adults we could just put up and shut up with the rain, the mud, the rain, the wind, the rain…I’m not too sure how a tired 7 year old would manage in the middle of the forest with no shelter and no where to sit in those conditions! So now I’m home , listening to Kasabian rock Glastonbury courtesy of BBCi and scouring the internet for weather reports for Colchester in a weeks time praying the weather will have made some sort of drastic improvement by then.

Myself, James and Jordan 1 tent and a couple of hundred kids at the annual HESFES meet is sounding less and less appealing with the idea that it might be held in one very wet mud locked field!!

If life were simple I’d have the time to blog every day and I’d be able to update you all with the very mundane comings and goings of this 26 year old, but its not so I don’t so now you’ll have to make do with a quick update.

Life sometimes sucks, and sometimes it doesn’t end of.

I’m not going to bore you with the bad bits because lets face it this week when things have been bad they’ve been very bad.

However on the flip side of that when they’ve been going good they’ve gone very very good. The epitome being Monday night when…*deep breathe*..

WE WENT TO SEE PEARL JAM AT WEMBLEY…

Oh my god, just oh my g o d. they were marvelous, I am in love with Eddie Vedder, I have liked Pearl Jam since I was teenager taking my first tentative steps towards a lifetime of love and respect for music and have found a renewed respect for them since I met Mr Clarke and we discovered a mutual liking for the band, well I say liking his borders on obsession. I can not even begin to explain how good it was I am at a loss for words…yes me stuck for something to say but it’s true. To articulate it into a coherent sentence is beyond my capabilities it was THAT good!!

So in short THE highlight since I last blogged, THE gig.

Low point since last blog (well the one that I can be bothered to bring up again) being stuck at 8a.m at Wolverhampton train station trying to get a train to Stafford but all being trains heading that way being canceled because of the flooding, finally getting the only train heading north and feeling more than slightly perturbed by the lakes that I’m passing that I am quite sure the day before were fields! Only to arrive at my place of work to find the torrential rain has flooded the shop and bought the ceiling through on the first floor so we cant even open until that has been cleared.

Most embarrassing moment since last blog, being stranded at Stafford train station because of the flooding with all trains south being delayed for at least an hour. I go to get coffee from the very attractive man in the coffee shop. Unceremoniously dumping my bag to scout through it to find my purse. Out comes my phone, camera, Ipod, book, my umbrella all over the counter and a tampon right into his lap, and did I mention he was extremely good looking. I was mortified but apparently by the look on his face he was more so.

All I could do was ask for it back trying not to laugh in his face, while fishing for change in my purse to pay for my drink and rush away to a vacant table sit with my back to the counter and giggle mercilessly at his expense.

I’m sorry random train station coffee clerk but your face was a picture!!