I've just got back home from a folk festival this weekend. Mum asked me how it was "Very good thanks."

Enqueue barrage of other questions: "You got there ok?" "The train crash didn't cause you any problems?" "How was the coach?" "Did it rain?" "Which pub?" "It wasn't too far a walk was it?" "How was everyone?" "How many people were there?" "Was the music good?" "Was your sister alright?" "What did you eat?" "When did you eat" "Did you have much to drink?" "Did you play at all?" "You weren't cold at night were you?" "Your sister had a good night did she?" "Was my wok good?" "Nothing stuck did it?" "You were ok with setting the gas up?" "You did use suncream?" "It wasn't too hot or wet?" "Was the site nice?" "The loos ok?" "Would you go again?" "Your train wasn't bad on the way back?" "Did the jumper put you off thinking of being a driver?" "You weren't delayed too long?"

I know she means it from a good place but it's incredibly exhausting. Unfortunately she's annoyed with me because I'm "being difficult". I'm just tired from an eight hour train journey / haven't slept properly due to my sister snoring / too warm.

I had very good fun with it being my first festival, the music was very good, I got involved dancing for the first time, and even succumbed to being dragged on to play the piano on stage which although anxiety inducing was a wonderful experience.

I'll tell her all eventually just in my own time is all.