I've only myself to blame...

 I was clearing out my kitchen cupboards and I came across a bag of "about-to-go-out-of-date" nuts. There are some swallows nesting in the eves of my house. Despite the fact that I HATE birds, I threw out the nuts onto my patio to help the new parents and their offspring.

BIG MISTAKE.

One solitary crow descended to scoff up a walnut and within seconds there was a murder outside my door.

Seeing them at such close range made me feel nauseous. I had to leave the kitchen until they were finished.

I came back when they were gone and set about getting lunch.

Suddenly I heard a tap-tap-tap on the patio door. I turned around to see......a feckin' MAGPIE.

Honestly, this brazen bird obviously arrived too late to the party and was knocking at my door to see if I had any more food to give him.

See I'm right. Birds are devious and are ready to attack us!

I Wanna Be....Forever Young!

 

Forever Young Festival is an 80s festival especially for the young...at heart! We had our Sunday tickets and were all ready to go. Then on Saturday it was an absolute washout. Day tickets holders weren't allowed in for "Health and Safety" reasons due to torrential rain. So we waited for Sunday's update.

We were good to go!

 Off we set in our bus, marveling at how good the weather was today and that we were steeped in luck. Oh how young and naive we were.

Okay, so we were just naive!

We set up our seating area and sang along with the 80s Karaoke. 

We were into our third song when there was a shower of ....hailstones, the size of golf balls. Not to let that deter us we set about looking for a less muddy spot on higher ground!

Dark clouds loomed overhead but we partied on not letting them dampen our spirits....boom boom.

We sang and danced along to the likes of Blancmange, China Crisis, Thompson Twins. Then there was an unmerciful downpour and we sheltered under Sarah's umbrella.

A sudden clap of thunder and flash of lightening made us reconsider our plan of using an umbrella for shelter and we headed off to the Waltzers.

Suddenly realised that getting spun around at top speed wasn't one of my better ideas!

During the whole day only one of us slipped and fell on her arse! 

A fella rushed over, not to help her up, but rather to ask her for a light as "He saw she had a cigarette in her hand".

The most Irish thing ever!!!

Concert resumed with no further rainfall. Just as well, as by that time a lot of the site was a mudbath.

We were back in our relatively dry spot and we continued to sing and dance to Midge Ure, ABC and Bananarama.

Here is the proof that there actually was a concert going on.

We trudged back to the bus around midnight, damp and muddy but with a song in our heart, after learning to ignore the storm and DANCE IN THE RAIN!

Here's to never growing up and getting sense!