The way it is according to moi

Morning all, thought I would say hi while Emma sleeps for another hour. Once she is up we will go find some breaky. Yesterday was simple day. No live music until 8pm and so we walked, talked, ate and drank.  What I noticed the most about yesterday is how friendly and kind people are at Glato. I don't think it was do with being drunk or stoned either.  Everyone is in a good happy caring place and well... You can see it. Yesterday morning on my way get a soya hot chocolate there were 2 guys asking some attendants for directions to the car park. I knew where they had to be so I helped. The attendants were on their way somewhere and so they carried on. The boys and I were talking and they showed me a wallet they had found. They wanted to find the owner and give it to him so they could see his happy reaction. Both of their mobiles had run out of juice so we used mine and tweeted @glastoinfo. As we parted we said our goodbyes and then one of them added, you have a kind soul.  I...

To many this picture might just be of loo roll in a plastic bag.  But really it's much more.... I was packing for Glastonbury and it finally hit me. Not only was I going to the best music festival ever... But I'm also middle class.  I've had internal debates with the class system for donkeys years.  What am I? What are my folks? What was I growing up? And what were my folks growing up? Working class, middle class, upper middle, lower middle, skint class, plain out poor? You get the drift.  I don't actually have the time to go into this for too long but the picture sums it up. Ikea good quality plastic bag with velvet quilted loo roll. And this will be used at the middle class festival.  More pictures to follow.  This is the view the people in the queue to charge their mobile phone. (I'm am also)

Well.... Work is pretty bad as mentioned in earlier posts.  It's affecting my sleep and well I can't really sleep past 3 hours. Raccoon face is probably in full swing. I'm avoiding looking at mirror at all costs. Either way I have enough colleagues that will kindly tell me I look like shit! Oh the joys.... Anyhow! I've been up since one. I styled in bed until 2 and then came down to prepare the BBQ food for Monday nights BBQ. All are welcome. It will be at Michales Mead camp ground in Glastonbury.... The best place in the world! I'm praying that for the next 6 days I don't think about work at all! I went to yoga tonight and man can you see the stress in my body. My shoulders are so high and my poor neck is feeling the brunt of it. I really must learn how to not let stress manifest in my body. Enough of the misery.  Here is pic of the food. I'll try and post loads while I'm away. I quite like this blogging jazz. Be good and be kind to one another  xx

There will be moments when I won't blog, particularly because I find all the thinking exhausting. I also don't want to loose my limited readership. I might bore you beyond  belief. What I will do is let you know what I'm listing to.  Music is the only thing that ill ever need need.  There might be other things I want, but music is need. I'm really started to get super hyped about Glastonbury. It's a blessing really seeing works is pants.  The 3 best songs of the day were At last by Etta James  The Greatest by Cat Power Every time the sun comes up by Sharon Van Etten

Today has been a bad day.  Work is a bit crap and I'm not sure how to fix it. Those that care about me and that includes some management want to know how they can help me. What do I want to do? What would I like with my future, career prospects etcetera. What do I enjoy doing? Listen up folks! I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE!!!! I am very capable, smart, intelligent and most important I get things done. All good qualities that have kept me in respectable employment my entire life.  Despite this it hasn't produced an enlightening career. (Just a good pension) Today someone asked me if I want to be a bus driver? He was only helping. He has 3 sons and just started listing things off. No disrespect to the bus drivers out there but that's one job that I know is not for me.  Then there is the whole malarkey of school and going back into education and re qualifying. Aside from the the fact I don't know what I want to do I also have a mortgage. Yes I'm grateful for the roof over my ...

Is missing a verb? I’m pretty sure it is. I can’t actually believe how much I miss Steph and vice versa. We both spent today feeling really sad. The boys at work were worried about me. Sad Leena is very very different to normal Leena and even more of a change to happy Leena. (Work is also getting me down big time)  Steph and I can go almost a year without speaking. We just send whatsaps and emails, but we have a Skype date tomorrow. I’ve always been a misser. I wouldn’t say that I live in the past, I live in the now. Despite this I still miss so many people, things, moments, memories, parts of my past. Some days I miss them more than others. Missing must be like love because it feels different every time. Do I miss her, the time we spent together, how she made me feel, how I made her feel… I think I miss it all. On a slightly different note but still relevant, is our perceptions of ourselves. Why are we so hard on ourselves? I’m always going on about being kind...

So I've been trying to figure out what Chris Martin has been wearing for months! Some kind of button but what is it??? Well after some googling I discovered it's the love button. Check them out folks. I orderd them from the US.  Here are some pics. The card was so touching... I'm a sucker for kindness or anything mushy xx