Our pavilion was set up and I was living in it, but it was in the wrong place. In the wrong camp, though I’m not sure which camp it might have even been. You would show up some days, razz me about not getting this work done, not moving this tent where it belonged. I realized it was Thursday of the first week and that yet again I’d not been in armour yet. I had stuff to move, projects to do, things to fix.
I have a month, it’s OK. Bed, table, bench or two, poles, stain all matching, cat-food-tin-period chandelier (they say good light-easy), shield (heraldry? no. viking. war.) edge lamellar, new shoulder straps for it. clothing….hrm. fabric. Emer’s too. fabric.
It seems, I have left an ice cream cone in the glove compartment of my car, so I cannot dally here.
Ulfr