Urgh, I'm awake! Got back from Leeds about 1am and had what I was hoping would be the best sleep ever but turned out to be not so good because I feel awful. I'm cold, shaky and sweaty - kinda like I felt the day after I drank 8 shots of flavoured tequila, a few of pints of beer and - I remembered the other day - Southern Comfort. Except that I haven't drank much over the weekend, just a couple of ciders, a glass of wine and less than a can of beer.

So, I decided to go up on friday night after work to surprise Mike; text his friend and he said he'd pick me up at the drop-off point, and when I got there and jumped out of nowhere in front of him he took a couple of seconds to register what was going on (probably half utter happiness and half "shit the tent's a tip" ). It was so muddy - imagine 30cm of slippery plasticine. That was until it rained heavily on saturday night, when I woke up soaked and thought we were flooding. After that it was just like a mud bath, one that tried to eat your boots everytime you took another step.

The bands were good and the party atmosphere is always fun, and I got a free chocolate crepe cos the guy found out it was my birthday recently and gave me a birthday crepe! However, I won't be going to a festival next year unless there's an amazing line up and it's not in England, can't put up with those toilets and the smell of shit throughout the whole place as the mud mixes with all sorts of foul compounds. I felt nauseous the whole time, that smell of festival toilets was everywhere. Urgh. Now I feel, and look, like death.

So that was my bank holiday weekend so far! How was yours?

Some songs that remind me of the weekend:

Love,

Mon xx

Ok so here's the plan: get birthday cake/pie (can't pick one from the list of delicious sounding desserts so haven't decided yet), go to the hairdresser, spend lots of time with my little boy cos she misses mummy as she's always at work lately, get dressed up and go for a meal with the boy. And maybe drinks afterwards. Hopefully it'll stop raining, hair and humidity are big enemies. And tomorrow the plan is to take it easy and go for the annual birthday meal with the family!

I heard this song last night and really liked it, so it's now this year's birthday song:

Hmmm I feel my balls shying away from the above mentioned haircut. It's really long now, and according to the plan half of it's gonna come off. It's hard having a huge mane of curly hair and trying to keep it under control in the classiest manner possible. I'll keep you updated...

Love,

Mon xx

Phew, another week gone by so quickly. It feels like it's still monday but somehow I've been to work all week and it's the weekend again, which meeeeaaaans... yeeeeeaaaah it's almost my birthdaaaaayyyy!!! I love my birthday, my favourite holiday, as you might have noticed by now. Ahem. Ahem. This year it's not gonna be a big thing, considering that I'm skint until payday, which is nowhere near as close as I wish it was.

Talking about jobs, I've been promoted! My boss decided that my job was a bit superfluous in the company but she likes me and thinks I'm valuable so she offered me an Accounts Manager position. No it doesn't have anything to do with accountancy - thank God, I did sweat for a minute when she mentioned the word "account". It means that I get to manage the accounts, as in the clients. I'm chuffed!

I'll try to keep up the blogging, still settling into the office hours, need to manage my time a bit better.

Love,

Mon xx

I'll tell you what pissed me off today. This song:

Don't you just hate songs that remind you of the past and make you feel uncomfortable and unsteady?! I do.

Love,

Mon xx

The Leeds riddle has been solved! I'll go on saturday morning so that I can still see all the great bands at the weekend - I'll miss friday but at least I'll enjoy some of it!

Last night me and the boy watched a Brazilian film called Elite Squad. You've gotta watch it, it's violent and horrible and it shows just what life in a favela in Rio de Janeiro is like. If I had £1 for everytime somebody asked me if I lived in a favela when I tell them I grew up in Brazil...

Anyway, must dash, giving my room a huge cleanup and makeover. It's my birthday next week (my favourite day of the year) and I want to start my 22nd year in a more pure and organic environment - urgh, hate it when people use "organic" to describe anything other than food.

Today's song is:

It played in the nightclub on the beach while I was on holiday in Portugal. What I'd give to be on a beach right now sipping on black vodka...

Love,

Mon xx