Glastonbury 2017 

So it’s a few days  after the Glastonbury weekend and I’m sat in the Doctors to get some strong pain relief for my head, I wish I could say I partied hard like usual, or that I visited my favourite Silent Disco but the pain didn’t allow, to be honest if I hadn’t had to work my shifts I may not of even made it there at times.

 Trying not to feel sorry for myself as the pain is so intense I need to get it sorted, and I feel it’s like the final straw, the one thing I really look forward to, and IIH robs me of it yet again, this is so unfair, I even used my stick which I have to say was a god send (thanks Hart mobility ).

I must say though there were definate Glastonbury festival highlights for me, with the added bonus I can remember it all as I couldn’t drink lol, my husband and I, as I mentioned volunteer there as Fire Stewards in the John Peel Tent, so have the added bonus of backstage wristbands, but this year I was also given Disabled Registered Access, which initially mortified me, as I in my mind I like to think I am still the old Kirsty who loved a visit to the Rum Shack and dancing til the early hours but it was amazing we had access to areas we hadn’t been to before which was great for us it felt like a whole new festival we met the totally gorgeous Fearne Cotton and had to have a cheeky photo, as I do love Fearne, equally as gorge Sienna Miller said the girls were gorgeous, much to the three girls pleasure (the girls only came in on the Sunday).


Not only did the passes allow us access all areas, but it really helped with getting around, the short cuts were much appreciated! Our shifts were really busy the busiest we have actually ever experienced, we were on shift when the Killers were on it was total bedlam, I think they overestimated just how popular it would be, as in the end all exits to the John Peel were blocked with Security, people were so desperate to get in, people begged Kev and I to let them in by paying us sums of money, it was really sad not to be able to help them, most were really lovely with the exception of some, one famous footballer who shall remain nameless threatened Kev will flooring him unless Kev let him through the fence, and became really aggressive, he did leave Kev alone but did end up having an altercation with the security guy which was quite frightening to watch, people were desperate and would do anything it would seem to watch them,  and I hate to say it they were AMAZING..

This was the first year I had worked shifts with Kev, it was nice to be together and working together as a team, all be it harrowing at times lol, when not on shift  we enjoyed some fantastic bands one of my highlights were a duo from my younger years Altern8, anyone else remember them?, wearing their boiler suits and masks It was a great set, also amazing and worth looking up Showhawk Duo, loved every second of their set – brilliant, I think they will be on a bigger stage in 2019! 

So I wasn’t a huge fan of Foo Fighters, Kev and my friends are, so naturally had to watch them, and they totally rocked, I really did think they were awesome, definitely converted!!

Overall more memories made with my gorgeous friends and family, dealt with some really friendly people, some not friendly, helped people who may have taken a little too much of a certain substance, dealt with a bag scare that turned out to be a child’s bag of wet pants, and generally had a lot of fun with everyone, I’m sure I’m not the only one but it did feel with the main acts that the crowds were more excessive than usual, whether this is because it was good weather and everyone which was out and about which of course is only natural or because there was more people than in the past I’m not sure but at times it was too much for me.. is this a sign I’m getting old?.

Health wise I did suffer, I was on various types medication which we had to leave site to get, it made me so frustrated that events I look forward to get ruined by my head kicking out the pain, I try to be positive but of late it really gets me down.
More so when on Wednesday I speak to my Neurologist, to arrange a Lumbar Puncture, who says to me, “I have just realised when I saw your name, I was meant to discuss with the surgeons about you having surgery wasn’t I?, I’m really sorry I have forgotten to do this”.  You all literally have no idea how frustrated this makes me,  I know I should admire his honestly and yes I realise how busy every one who works within the NHS is don’t get me wrong, but when you have been sat waiting for a letter to come for the past few months, it really doesn’t do much for me trying to be optimistic in attitude, to me I had been focusing on this as perhaps an end to the pain, but sadly nothing had actually been said to anyone, hopefully now I’m fresh in his mind there will be some action taken! I can only hope.

To those of you who were also there I hope you are all slowly recovering from what is otherwise known as the Glasto blues and that you all made loads of amazing memories, feel free to share with me your best and worst bits, and to those almost 21 million people (20.9m) who watched Glastonbury on the TV from the comfort of your sofa – I hope your weekend was awesome too.
Big ❤️ ASIBTAF xxx

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Dear Kev,

Dear Kev
I said to you just this morning, I didn’t know what to blog about as I’m sure people are bored of me droning on about my illness, you said write it about something else for a change then.

So I thought I would write you this, we met properly way back in Sherborne in 1999, as you know I thought that you were a total tit, you approached me drunk, waving a carrier bag in your hand and a pint of Guinness in the other, you apologised for the look you were going for that day, but you had to buy this tshirt to replace the one you had spilt Guinness down.  Now this was not the first time we had met, we originally met in your home town in a pub, where back then you and your friends thought you were the top totty of town, and I was,  in your words “Gobby with big boobs” and not worth talking too! I can remember Lucy trying to get in your car, and you being very displeased at her actions as your car was your pride and joy, I used to watch you cruise around town in your white VW Convertible with your tunes banging out wishing I could be in it, only to be too young, too gobby but in my favour a good pair of breasts!

Fast forward a few years and we go back to that night in Sherborne, the tables had turnt, I am now worth talking too, but the feeling is not reciprocated, I thought you were too drunk, too old and too shy for me! But you didn’t give up, and we finally started our blossoming romance with a smooch or two in Pego (Pego those that know me will smile, and those that don’t, Pego was The Pegasus Club,our local small nightclub where the locals went on a Friday or Saturday night until 2am for a dance, stick to the floor, make new friends in the loo, drink and to check out the talent, many a relationship started at Pego, we all have many happy fun memories made in there, sad to think it’s now an empty boarded up shell.)

We went on many dates, and I just wasn’t sure, we were such opposites, you were quiet, shy and gentle, plus you drank way too much – which I later realised was as you said because you had no reason to stay at home, I was young loud, confident and out there, and a into Young farmers (the group rather than any random young male farmer!!)

You were established in life as a builder, you had a mortgage, a nice car, and I was just starting out, I was really scared of commitment as I had never really done so before, and just continued to mess you around  so you finally gave me an ultimatum – commit or go away and never come back, I chose the latter, I remember going home to Mum and Dad saying you had shouted that at me, crying my eyes out thinking you were such a knobhead, and them saying I shouldn’t see you again if you were like that.

6 months later I missed you, I missed you every darn day from that night you told me to go away, but I was stubborn (yes I know I still am), I missed you that much I would make my little brother come with me to stalk you in my Rover 25  poor Mike would be doing laps round town unaware we were actually following you around, then thankfully, out of the blue you text me on my birthday “Happy Birthday love Kev.”

A few nights later  I tried to contact you I rang, I text and nothing, just answerphone, I was with Sharon – whom I must say played a big part in this love story as she was generally there willing me on – we waited and waited –  finally you called me back, it was late but I didn’t care I had to see you and met you down moor lane bridge lol.

From that night onwards we were never apart, I guess I realised that you were a definate keeper, you may not be a man of many words, but the beautiful  words you have said I will treasure in my heart – for example on our wedding day you said –  you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen (and then you added I thought the wrong woman walked in haha)  I had to write that in as I was crying at the time and it made me laugh, which is what you always try to do, make me laugh,  we must be the only couple that cry with laughter because one time as your going off to work you stop, kiss me good bye and say I’m counting down the hours until I see you again!  any other woman would be find that a loving gesture but all we could do was laugh.

Now Kev not to say we haven’t been through some dark times we have, we have known what it’s like to hit rock bottom, for you to have no work, me have to borrow money from my parents to feed and cloth the girls, we had to sell my beautiful ring (un beknown to me my gorgeous parents brought it back and you paid them weekly for some time then presented it to me on my birthday – my heart burst that day I genuinely thought I would never see it again) to pay the bills.

We have argued, even got to a point where we wondered if we had future  – and we can’t change the past – I know We have both been in some bleak places you after losing your lovely Nan, me with the god awful depression after our second child was born, Losing my Grandad and recently with the IIH but you and my parents have got me through it, I am sorry that recently I told you to leave me, and that you should find someone better than me, someone who wasn’t ill, overweight and a pain in the arse, I thought you deserved a better life, one where your not always working to provide for us, because I cannot work, one where I’m not being whisked off to hospital – which I know crucifies you, you try and hide your feelings and until last September it made me think you didn’t care. (I know you do)

Last September you accompanied me to a Lumbar Puncture, you had never been with me before it was one of the good ones, I remember thinking you looked traumatised when you left me, but seemed ok the next day.

Two weeks later we had a night out, with our closest friends,  the alcohol made all of your true feelings come out –  everything came out, it upset me so much to see you broken, and how you said that Lumbar Puncture had made you realise you wished there was something you could do to make me better and that you generally feel helpless, do you know what Kev you do something to help, your there everyday when I open my eyes, you make me laugh, you are a fantastic Father to our girls,  you drive me crazy at times, your time spent in the bathroom makes me want to scream, when you forget things it drives me demented, when you can’t keep to the speed limits I literally want to karate chop you, but I want you to know I appreciate all you do, you do work so hard, we never go without and you know what else Kev in your own words like you said to me last week, Kirsty I do love you,  you know , always have done and always will- this is enough for me Kev your love, caring nature and sense of humour. 

So Kev when I’m being a complete bitch raving on about something that’s not really worth kicking off about – generally it’s when your driving my car, been in the bathroom for an hour or making me watch Sci- Fi, remember this –  we are team, and though I cry, whinge, can be hormonal, demand chocolate,  we have come through so so much and I thank you for being you, the other half me and I thank you for persevering all those years ago because you have made me who I am, wife, Mother family member and friend.

In the words of Whitney – And I will always love you.

All my love 

The Gobby one with the big boobs.