Why does it always rain on me? :-)

Source: metoffice.gov.uk

I thought you might enjoy this infographic, I did :-)

(Wellies and suncream packed)

Glastonbury weather

I'm getting more excited than nervous now about Glastonbury, and was pleased to find a website that specialises in festival weather forecasts. I think it's close enough now I might start believing them.

No Mojo (aka the one where i whinge)

I think I've lost my mojo, my blogging mojo obviously - in all other areas I'm filled with mojo, seriously mojo-d to the brim (as it were) but blogging? not so much.

So I'm blogging this post to clear my head, ramble a bit and try to find my missing mojo.

It hasn't helped that the weather has been shit for the time of year, unrelenting cold, wind, grayness, drizzle, rain, snow, hail ... you name it, it's been flung at the UK lately, oh except sun, and warmth, if you named sun you are out of luck. I had a festival to go to and it was fun but it was fun despite the weather, not because of it. There was wind so strong the main festival tents had to be moved and my own tent waved like a cats tail in a room of grumpy foxes. I really thought it might collapse altogether, though in the end it stayed erect...mojo worked there at any rate... but on the whole the weather has depressed me. 

Our garden fence blew down, I have to spend time and money getting that fixed. Our heating is STILL on and we are cold and all my summer dresses are taunting me from the wardrobe "oh look" they cry, "you have at least 6 of us! haha you won't have time to wear us all! the summer won't be six days long at this rate!"

And the media also is a mine of misery. Political decisions based on the roll of a die or the loudest yahoo at the meeting. Tornadoes (yes I realise my weather whinge pales into insignificance but as I've said before, a greater catastrophe than mine does not lesson my pain or distress), and now bloody murder, closely followed by right wing ranters all over the place...I'm not racist but...yeah you probably are then..

And stories of people I know on twitter and blogs having horrible family news, cancer, losing children, troubled pregnancies, family bereavements...

So with all this how can I blog funny? or even rant funny? there is no funny. No wonder my blog didn't make it to the finals of the Brilliance in Blogging awards. I wouldn't have voted for myself at the moment. Gloom gloom gloom.

Luckily I have a week off next week, I will spend time relaxing, seeing DH and DD and hopefully having some fun. Maybe, if i look hard enough, I'll even find my mojo.

Pointless Morris Dancers

A Terribly British Faery Festival

How super.

A small festival in a small field in a small village in the south of England.

A faery festival no less, filled with all the delightful English eccentrics you can imagine (me included) The weather was suitably British too, grey, windy (really really windy) with the occasional sudden downpour and cold, very cold (well it is only May). But what a fine time we had! After realising during the pitching of the tent that I had forgotten to bring a mallet i asked a fellow camper if I could borrow his, he lent me an axe, I wish I was joking, I'm not. A really big axe. You know when people say 'oh you shouldn't meet people online the might be axe murderers'? well real life people you meet in fields might be too, though I felt I was safe as he gave me the axe, I mean, maybe I'M the axe murderer (I'm not)

So tent pitched.

Then on to the festival full of middle aged hippies and middle class hippy wannabes (me) and children. Most of whom were dressed as fairies (everyone not just the kids). There was also a chap dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow (very realistic) and a gentleman with a fine beard and waxed moustache who spent the festival dressed in a tight mini dress, lace tights and lovely cardigan (I was too shy to ask him where he got the cardigan it really was pretty) There was trippy music, and a beer tent with fine ciders, ales and mead. Glorious food from Flapping Jacks (make your own jokes - we did)

and a talk from an author, Kit Berry (you know what a groupie I am - we bought books and got them signed too)

Cute Festival dog, with awesome eyebrows and fine bacon concentration

Fairy Wings

Fairy Boots

Music and beautiful faeries

Round house

Did I mention the cool market with new age delights, cloths, incense sticks, cake, jewellery etc? I bought things I don't need but I do love ;-)

and the weekend was just chilly damp English fun! Hoorah for festivals.

Chilly

Romance in the snow

Someone moving their car..or telling me they love me? Who knows :-)