Another autumn weekend. Another living history event.
The men are drilling.
In addition to making a lot of noise.
This, it seems, is all that is necessary to make them happy.
I, on the other hand, have spent the entire chilly day doing the laundry in between rain showers.
I’m currently writing this from a comfortable hotel room where I am planning to take a nice, hot shower and fall blissfully asleep in a cushy warm bed. This makes ME happy.
It’s all good. The men can all make fun of me if they wish. I’ll be a much more pleasant person to deal with when we do it all again tomorrow.