OK, a truce has been negotiated. I'm not saying it's pretty, and I'm not sure how long we're going to be able to maintain this, but we've drawn up strictly delineated areas for the musicians and flower arrangers. Trouble was, once they'd heard that two groups had been granted exclusive rights to certain parts of the Moot House, we'd got to draw up special areas for all the others. It's absurd, and we've got to use all four doors for people to get in and out now, but it's at least keeping the peace while we try to get charity, common sense and logic to prevail. Trouble is, if we're hoping to get those three sorted out it could be several generations before it's sorted out.
I should say we've had to negotiate the airspace above these zones as well. For most people this is capped at 6 feet, although the flower arrangers are allowed an extra 2 feet for their extra-high arrangements. It's bad news for Gardwulf, though. Being's he is 6'5", the top of his head is in a free-fire zone.
And it's gonna be murder for processions now. It took an hour to get to the Worship Focus this evening, as the acolytes negotiated their way through the checkpoints. And to make it worse the Fundamentalists have said they're going to change their password every day. And we're banned from the Green Zone under any circumstances. Meanwhile the inhabitants of the Enclave of Extreeme Beaker Folk are absolutely livid. They're landlocked and have to sneak in early and go home after everyone else, otherwise they're scheduled for a duffing up.
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