Now Thursday and 'THE DAY'. Looked promising at about 6am this morning (my efforts to rest before the exhaustion of Glastonbury were foiled by the builder arriving to cover the roof. I am relieved that this is happening, but could have done with a couple more hours) but, sadly, the clouds have amassed in the West. Not that I am weather obsessed, you understand.

Have packed and repacked my rucksack, but it's no good. I hoiked (if that's a word) our old, extremely dusty, wheeled suitcase down from the loft. It doesn't really seem in the spirit of the thing and I could feel a bit like an out of place air hostess, but how else am I going to bring everything I need? I did eliminate 3 t shirts, which leaves me only 3, but I suppose, since we'll only be there till Sunday, I don't actually need to change my clothes twice a day.

Am a bit alarmed by the communal shower situation (females only, but still...). Still, if I wear my swimming costume it looks a bit sad, and, after all, my nearly fifty year old body isn't that bad. Actually, thinking about it, yes it is.

Wish me luck. A shame we drank one of our wine boxes last night, in a rash, celebratory mood, due to the fact it is only supposed to rain on Friday, perhaps a bit on Saturday ('showers') and then be nice on Sunday!! HOORAH.

Thanks Jan for reminding me to take a photo of myself in my bright pink tabbard to put on this blog. Should look attractive with my hippy, hooded red stripy jumper underneath. Only one day to go and we'll be there.... And the forecast is rain! Surprise. Rob's gone to pitch the tent today. Hope our three boxes of wine will last! I'm already knackered so what am I going to be like on Sunday at the end of our shift at 12.30am?

Glastonbury

I forgot to include tweezers in my bum bag. When no one is looking, I can tweek out the longer of my chin hairs. PHew, thank God I remembered before it is too late.

The start

Oh my God. I have done it. I feel like I have launched into a whole new world, even a new universe. I hope to make friends (we only have two) and amuse people and.... well, whatever. I suppose I need a theme, but at the moment I don't know what that could be. So I'll think about it and let you know. Is this the kind of thing I should be writing? I've only ever read Jan's gardening blog and it's hilarious.

Perhaps I could make this a Glastonbury blog, since that's where we're heading on Thursday. As 'Fire Officers' no less. Very Important People, don't you know. Outside the BBC tent. I secretly fantasise about being discovered by someone very famous. The problem is, what will they discover me for? And I won't recognise any famous people so who am I to thrust myself upon to get discovered? Oh well, it will probably be a matter of trying to avoid sad, lonely people who want to tell you in endless detail all their past Glastonbury experiences, no doubt focusing mainly on the weather. Hmmmm. We shall see. I'm putting my notebook and pen in my bum bag, to record any details which I can then pass on to you. Along with other essentials: lipstick, gaviscon (I'm worried I could get chronic wind), sunglasses (in case it is sunny - unlikely, but you never know), other glasses (so as I can read the instructions on the fire extinguishers and be a hero - THAT'S how I could get famous!), foundation (to hide the alarming purpleness of my nose on a windy, rainy shift), breath freshener (for the obvious reasons), phone, camera, nail file (Heaven forbid I break a nail), wet wipes (for any unexpected toilet needs - I plan to do all my evacuating in the Stewards camp site. Much more pleasant than the others, or so I'm told). That should do me.