The roof, the roof...

En route to Glastonbury, I'd taken my two rucksacks as far as Bristol in two separate trips and, likewise, I took only one back on the train(s) to Oxford with me today. Firstborn remains guardian of my tent, blow-up mattress, pump and wellies. I am in charge of my duvet, sunglasses, cutlery and dirty washing.

Dirty washing was the main focus of my day, along with visiting my friend, M, in hospital. She was taken in on the day I set off for Glastonbury and has been in bed all the time that I have been gallivanting.  It seems very unfair.