Finally I have a phone again, sadly however no internet access. I can now write my grumpy old woman letter to BT. I can't wait. The internet was apparently cut off by BT and Virgin now wish to charge £30 to reconnect and it will take 7-10 days, however as this is not in my name I have told the ex to forget it and I will sort out my own internet access when I sort out the telly.

The weekend was somewhat weird. Myself and Commando Girl drove to Basildon to get some bling for the Glastonbury flag, we encountered a traffic jam just outside and ended up going through an estate, although remarkably we did not get lost. We also spent most of the drive down in fits of laughter l, athough for the life of me I cannot remember what we were laughing about.

In Starbucks I was condemned because I asked what drinks my companions, CG and the grumpy one, wanted - they requested a capaccino and a hazelnut latte - and when I came back with a frapaccino for myself they claimed I had misled them. Not my fault if they cannot read the drinks menu. And then CG managed to spit half of hers across the table, narrowly missing the grumpy one. Honestly you can't take some people anywhere.

Back at CGs we had doughnuts and coffee and tea and wine. We also made a number of decorations for the flag and have concluded that we will also add empty crisp packets, chocolate wrappers etc to the flag over the weekend.

Then the grumpy one underwent inspection some more friends and passed. Not that it would have made any difference to me, although it is nice if everyone can get on.