My niece Georgia and her friend Zoe came to Reading for the Bank Holiday for the big Reading Festival -- zillions of people gather in a field to listen to rock music. One year Muse played -- I would have liked to have heard them.
But I would not like to spend a long weekend using Porta-potties and not having a shower and tromping around in mud.
That's the key thing about British bank holiday weekends. It always rains.
Here are the girls moments after they arrived at my house (in a downpour, of course). I just loved the way they came in and started furiously texting -- I don't think anyone uses a landline phone these days.
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