Today marks the start of our town's free festival and excitingly there's a sporting Mela taking place a short walk from our house. We're off to watch Kabbadi (a bit like a grown-up version of Tig), Beeni (arm wrestling) and Pantar (stone throwing) this afternoon. It's absolutely freezing here and blowing up a right old gale so there's a heap of layers going on under my dress including a schoolgirl's leotard and some thigh-high striped socks. Still, it's all good practice for the great British festival season.
The turban will hopefully stop me whipping my friends with my hair and prevent it adhering to my Vaseline-coated eyebrows. For those that asked, the tattooing process was no more than an annoying scratch and not at all painful (although coming from someone who walked round with a dislocated hip socket for 39 years may not be the best judge of pain).
Bizarrely anyone taking part in the stone lifting must bring their own stone (but it is weighed before the competition starts). I'd better go easy on the cider or I might find myself volunteering for the tug-of-war.
|Vintage C&A maxi (£4.24 eBay), Levi's denim jacket (£4.50 Scope, 10 years ago), Turban (Jumble sale), Tooled leather bag (£1 car boot)|
Enjoy the rest of your weekend.