The sound of the rain on the roof of the tent is delightful….. for about 5.36mins. At which time you note that you desperately need to find the bathroom and the nearest ones to you are about 50m away. Further disappointment hits you hard in the face when you realize the Festival Stewards have opted to have eco-friendly composting loos for the event and you find yourself desperately trying to overcome your distaste for the singular aroma of pit toilets while simultaneously trying to avoid sitting directly on a dunny seat that’s wet from the holes in the roof that are letting in water. Ewww. Eco-friendly my ass (I know… I know… very punny) .
Rain appears to be setting in. Suddenly glad for wool garb. Many intrepid medieval campers decides to send for gumboots.
Borys mutters thanks for decision to go early (period garb that is).
Finally go to sign in for the event in the late afternoon when the water abates somewhat only to find out I’ve missed the ‘Broider’s meeting which is normally on the Monday but for some unknown reason had been scheduled for the Friday this year! Grrr…. feeling rather antisocial for most of the day.
Spend remainder of it fending off pop culture references to something called Blue Harvest ?!?!? and the Star Wars Robot Chicken thing (very medjieval). Feeling cranky and dopey and tired (oh my) from drugs and mostly hanging onto my chair waiting for the bad pain to stop. Now starting to really wonder what I am doing here.
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