I secretly wish I was at Glastonbury..
So that I can sing along to e v e r y s i n g l e s o n g.
And get soaked in the rain.
And wear wellies.
And have a reason to not wash.
I might just go and stand in my garden with the music blaring…
Strongbow in hand.
Flower’s in my hair.
Shorts on, socks up, and wellies on.
And pretend i’m there.