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Sunday's Child
May. 31st, 2009 11:12 pmAfter a miserable [emo] start to the weekend, Sunday has turned out to be the most perfect day. Glorious sunshine, a pleasant sea breeze, and a Saxon/Viking battle.
I spent the time dressed in a ridiculously heavy wool Saxon dress, making Saxon finger braids and eating Saxon gloop, ferrying water in a pot to all the overheated warriors dressed in chainmail and helmets. I was social.
It was awesome.
Then I came back home and fell asleep for 3 hours, which is a Sunday tradition like no other.
I have decided that next Easter I will go to Northern Ireland for a week, either as a reward for getting into Berkeley or a commiseration for failing. Mmmmmmmm Irish boys.
I spent the time dressed in a ridiculously heavy wool Saxon dress, making Saxon finger braids and eating Saxon gloop, ferrying water in a pot to all the overheated warriors dressed in chainmail and helmets. I was social.
It was awesome.
Then I came back home and fell asleep for 3 hours, which is a Sunday tradition like no other.
I have decided that next Easter I will go to Northern Ireland for a week, either as a reward for getting into Berkeley or a commiseration for failing. Mmmmmmmm Irish boys.
