Well, last night was eventful, first I left the house without my warm and cosy hoodie, only realising when we were halfway down the motorway, then when I went to get my suitcase out of the boot, the bottom had fallen off somehow, on it’s own, whilst sloshing around during the drive. Great. Anyway, I thought at least I’d be able to check into my room and have a nice cup of tea, right? Wrong!
The hotel had overbooked, and as we didn’t arrive until 11pm, everyone who they’d hoped would be no shows, actually showed up, so we were left with possibly the most unprofessional receptionist I’ve ever seen, swearing and not telling us what was going on. Finally though, he decided to boot out two of the ‘Double superior’ guests and put us in their rooms… now whether we’ll return home from the festival tonight and find our bags out on the street I don’t know, but after a hour and half of dealing with the receptionist and drunk Irish men who were here for the cricket we were in.
I threw my bags on the floor and went to get my hayfever tablets out of my handbag, guess what, my zip came off my bag… I mean seriously, can anything else actually go wrong for me? After a night of sleepless hours, I tried to get a shower, which was like someone directing a hosepipe at my head and the water was coming out so fast it didn’t go down the drain, so I was actually stood in a pool of my own water. Great.
So, now I’m dressed and ready to take on the festival at long last… but only one thought is in the back of my mind… should I have stayed in a tent after all? It would have been far less hassle!
Ruth x
