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| No more rope making, weaving, spinning, brodery...
or food fights. |
The vicar and his family have gone on pilgrimage. (but
I think they left his wayward brother Raymond behind to mind the chapel) |
Master DeBeers has gone to Bath, where he is taking
the waters in an attempt to recover from all those nude modelling sessions.
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All the tankards have been drained, and Master Day has the
Queen's cup safely locked away, thankyouverymuch. |
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| The fires are out in the forge... |
...the Bell... |
...and the cookhouse. |
The musicians have gigs elsewhere. |
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| Some of the crack St. Ives deconstruction crew. |
Oddly enough, this was not a hard hat event for most of
us, despite all the overhead work going on. Perhaps we expected any dropped
items to fall up. |
Yes, they really are that cute in real life. |
And yes, they do know how to feed themselves. |
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My bedroom during the run- |
storage now. |
