I love GlastonburyI'm watching the Arctic Monkeys at Glastonbury on TV. I feel happy. There is more to life.
I went to Glastonbury eight times between 1990 and 2002. It was an annual pilgrimage, no matter where in the world I was living. I was, still am, in love with the place. It has a magic that no other festival can match, no amount of commercialisation can displace. I always thought that I would bring my children there one day. We would rent a camper van, park in the family field, visit the circus, the theatre, picnic at the top of the hill watching Billy Bragg and Van Morrison, Glastonbury staples.
So why are the three of us not there this year? Same reason we're not anywhere - TTC. For almost two and a half years I have been a slave to the rhythm, never missing a beat, a cycle, an opportunity. No more.
I have already committed to a weekend away in August, ten days away in September. That means no IVF until October. Whatever.
Woohoo, Arctic Monkeys encore - I love Glastonbury!
P.S. I got a line.