My second in command wanted to see Emile Sande. I didn’t, so I was allowed to shop for a blanket for my beloved. 

I did need beer to help me shop and, after a successful purchase, I failed to locate the designated ice cream van at the Other stage. I’m currently at West Holts. It looks good in the evening. 

But I shouldn’t be here. I have new instructions to arrive swiftly at the bar by the Pyramid stage. 

Apparently, I want to see Ed Sheeran. 

Great.