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.