This time a week ago I was being perpetually sucked off at the ankles by a pounding mudfest the size of Bath.
I spent today hunched over my desk dreading an impending Weight Watchers weigh-in and doing my best impression of a civilised office worker.
For those of you who don’t know by now, I’m experiencing The Glasto Comedown. Fortunately, I know I’m not the only one; my Facebook feed is a Glasto graveyard of messy photos, sad smileys and sprawling statuses filled with in-jokes – mostly written by the posse of wonderful mackems with whom I camped, drank, raved, walked, moaned, and laughed until my spleen came out through my navel.
I know I’m not alone when I say that our week was nothing short of spectacular.