Bank Holidays...

[stevieannie]

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

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[bardling]

...which makes me wonder how you go about being paid for playing the arse end of a huge dragon... ;)

Sounds like utter fun indeed. There are much worse ways to earn money indeed, and few that sounds as much fun. :)

[stevieannie]

...which makes me wonder how you go about being paid for playing the arse end of a huge dragon... ;)

You submit an invoice, of course!!!

[bardling]

LOL!
Serves me right... :)

[armb]

To be fair, I'm sure there are doctors and solicitors who play the arse end of dragons on bank holidays. Ones who do that _and_ build their own homes will be rarer....

[stevieannie]

Ah, but he was arsing in a *professional* capacity! My husband is a *professional* arse. I don't think many women can say that!

Oh. Hang on...

[chirosinger]

Mine was "Bottom" once though it was for community theatre. Done without pay = not a professional arse. But he did make and arse of himself! Sorta.

[little_cinnamon]

If it's any consolation, my job for the next couple of weeks is bollocks. No, really...

[janeg]

Oh, you've given me a good laugh today!

Now, if you keep telling your friends that your husband is a professional arse, and children overhear this, one of them will soon tell a teacher, minister or elderly relative that they want to grow up to be a professional arse. The reaction will be priceless.

[clothsprogs]

Mmmmm.... Cream teas.... We (Cathy, Jaine and I) did scones and jam every afternoon over the Bank Holiday weekend in the cafe at Lulworth Castle during the gap between Hanging and Battle.

Teddy