The best things come to those who wait.
And wait.
And wait.
After 29 hours I was still waiting for a full and final confirmation that my order had been accepted, that there hadn’t been some dubious mix-up at the ticket agency, that I was in all likelihood going to be sent a ticket in May that would allow me into probably the best birthday party in the world. Admittedly, for this to happen it has to be your birthday at the end of June but it is mine and I like to celebrate the continual, unstoppable march to senility by losing myself in a field in Somerset. It’s a tried and tested format and I love it, or at least I would love it if my attempted purchase was accepted.
At 2:50pm today the infamous confirmation e-mail finally arrived. Barring any ludicrous, unforeseen circumstances like my card being rejected or the ticket printing machine chewing it up; it does appear that I will be sent a multicoloured bit of thick paper that will permit me to pass through the gates, past the 3.6 metre fence and into the hallowed grounds of Worthy Farm. The stressful part appears to be over.
If it wasn’t for the fact that there are still the delightful months of spring and early summer in between now and then I might say that I could hardly wait. But the best things come…
