A familiar scrawl on the calendar in early July for the last few years has been the ever-so-middle-class Cornbury Festival, for two reasons; a) its only about 5 miles from home so we don't have to camp and b) Spence's band play so we get free tickets.
And even though Cornbury is definitely a festival for those who aren't particularly motivated by music (Joss Stone anyone?) and despite the fact that the VIP parking is awash with black Range Rovers and the festival-goers sport a higher than average number of Joules polo shirts and salmon pink chinos, it IS rather fun.
Our highlights were Martha Reeves and Tom Jones (yes, honestly!) on Saturday night, Trevor Horn with Seal and Stuart Copeland on Sunday afternoon and Billy Ocean who brought it all to a close on Sunday night.
The boys had great fun roaming around with their friends - another advantage of a festival on your doorstep is that you know quite a few people - zorbing in massive plastic balls, jumping on and off hay bales and extending their cool factor by slipping backstage at every opportunity.
I had a good old natter in the evening sunshine with my pals, sampled one or two G&Ts and tied flowers in my hair just because.
Of course, Monday morning rolls around and we're all knackered, sticky and broke and the house is a tip, but hey, I still have those flowers in my hair...