Bank Holidays...
There comes a point in your life, when standing in a picturesque clearing in Nocton, dressed in medieval garb and watching your husband playing the arse end of a huge dragon (and getting paid for it), that you reflect on how much more interesting life is now than it would have been if you had married a solicitor or a doctor.
Much as I might wish that the whole world could run on barter, it doesn't. But if you've got to make extra money somehow, I can tell you that there are most definitely worse ways of doing it than playing harp in the sunshine for 45 minutes and then taking part in a children's drama procession. Watching your friends and acquaintances playing: the rear end of a dragon, a giant duck and George the papier-maché giant is also a high point, as are cream teas and good chats with mates in churchyards.
Yesterday was seventeen different kinds of mad, but very, very fun.
Oh yes. There are most definitely worse ways to earn a living :-D
Much as I might wish that the whole world could run on barter, it doesn't. But if you've got to make extra money somehow, I can tell you that there are most definitely worse ways of doing it than playing harp in the sunshine for 45 minutes and then taking part in a children's drama procession. Watching your friends and acquaintances playing: the rear end of a dragon, a giant duck and George the papier-maché giant is also a high point, as are cream teas and good chats with mates in churchyards.
Yesterday was seventeen different kinds of mad, but very, very fun.
Oh yes. There are most definitely worse ways to earn a living :-D