After several years of cancellations and postponements, festival season is back with a vengeance this summer, with many people gearing up to go to Glastonbury at the end of the month (excuse us while we just die with jealousy at not having bagged tickets).
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’