Your fun, my fun.

Massively hungover and with a sick husband I decided to embark on an intrepid journey to the Meadows Festival, thinking it might be 'fun'.

It was freezing, dire, the Kids tent was minimal, the stalls were tatty and it was generally quite crap...

BUT we DID have fun. The bus journeys were fun, the chat was fun but most of all the funfair at the edge of the slightly hippyish festival was BRILLIANT! Everybody loves a bit of pumping techno and fit inducing lighting!

When in doubt, it seems, just throw money at the tried and tested. Eve loved the 'Hook a Duck', the little carousel and the huge inflatables. She came home the proud owner of a Nemo bangy ball and only complained when she realised she had had only 4 plays on things at the fair... sigh... They do not come with inbuilt gratitude.

Most of all today though, I got the biggest buzz out of hanging out with my girls. I heard my self saying to Eve when she was concerned that I hadn't played on anything, 'My fun comes from seeing you happy, that's what happens when you're a mum'. AND it's true!