Last night I was staring at my map of Cardiff, as I am inclined to do these days, and I noticed something I hadn't seen before -- way down there below Penarth* -- Cosmeston Medieval Village.
"Medieval village?!" I thought. "Rock on!"
The child bride loves the Renaissance Festival and has been lamenting the fact that we will miss it this summer due to our being in another country. But, here was a medieval village right in Cardiff! How cool is that?
"This is great! The child bride is going to love living in Cardiff!" I thought.
Then I looked at the web page that (rather poorly) explains that the village is one that shoots for a sort of realism; giving you a glimpse of how miserable life was before the place was wiped out by the black plague.
"But now I will tell you about some of the diseases that blight our lives," the website proclaims cheerily.
Oh boy. Fun for the whole family. I'm guessing that this medieval village won't sell roast turkey legs and Miller Lite.
Ow. Ow. Ow. My soul hurts. I taste copper**.
I know this is hard to believe, but the White House has hired someone who is not competent.
Can someone ask the Red Hot Chili Peppers to please just stop?
*Get off my back those of you who want to say that Penarth is not in Cardiff. It's on my Cardiff map, which makes it "in Cardiff," as far as I'm concerned.
**Obscure reference just for Eric.