The world from my window

Down in the depths, Boris and his sirens have slunk into the shadows. 'There is no plan,' they say in unison, sniggering behind jagged and yellowed teeth. 'Now you're down here, you just have to be bottom feeders along with the rest of us.' There's something nasty on the seabed. It's pulling at my ankle and I'm out of here. Millions more rise in a mass of bubbles towards the light and up to the surface to await rescue. But no-one comes so we band together to make a human raft. It is what it is and we have to jettison hate and anger and reach dry land, by paddling together. On the morning the referendum results came through, I was attached to a heart monitor in A&E. The hospital was full of it, the staff had been listening to the news all night. As I was wheeled up to the coronary care unit, the nurse in charge was upbeat. 'I voted for out,' she told all the patients, as if we should be thanking her personally for taking us to t...

Head on over to the The Lady Shed today for my post about why I'm not at Glastonbury. That's about it. Love Maddie x

Back home in the Enchanted Village and a queue snakes around the hall car park. Morris dancers with blacked-out faces wave their hankies and dance gaily around the tarmac. Inside, a sound check is carried out and the beautiful voice of a singing woman soars through the evening air. My friend Tuppence opens the doors - a feat in itself because she's a slip of a thing - and the crowd rushes in, making for the bar and a barrel of Branscombe Brewery's best bitter. At the counter is Nobby Odd Job and Mr Loggins while Pelly, Mr Sheepwash and Mrs Bancroft and I dispense the drinks in the background. Mr Grigg - still sunning himself in faraway lands - would be proud of us. The music acts as a disembodied soundtrack to the pouring of wine and beer. It's like The World from My Window: The Movie . On stage is Ding Dong Daddy, tonight's promoter, with assorted members of his band The Imagined Village . 'He's famous,' my ethnomusicologist cousin said to me a few weeks ...

High above the square, an enormous steel structure has appeared, blocking out the sun and, what's worse, the signal to the satellite dish. But it is not an art installation, it's serving a practical purpose. The builders will be using it to get on with our new extension over the next few weeks, whatever the weather. Just as well I started a new job this week. I'm missing all the fun. However, I think there could be mileage in getting together with local musician and record producer Ding Dong Daddy and putting on a mini-Glastonbury Festival. I mean, you can even see the sun rising over the Enchanted Village's very own Pyramid Stage. That's about it. Love Maddie x