Sulky sulky

Today it is CyberMummy. And Alt. Fiction. And Glastonbury.

And I’m not at any of them.

Instead of being in a muddy festival field or at a conference about my favourite writing genres or meeting my fellow Mummy-Bloggers and learning more about blogging I am stuck in my front room with a wailing baby whilst Tori sticks pink stickers on my jeans.

I may possibly be sulking. And a tiny bit jealous of everyone.

Just a little bit.