Well, mates. Today was to be the day I finally built that new armoire. The plan was simple: pop over to the North Forest near Britain for some timber. Couldn't even find the blessed place. Twice.
Got back to the workshop with a single, lonely board. Figured, "Bjorn, you've got skill enough." Seven tries later, all I've got is a pile of kindling and a sore thumb. The carpentry gods are frowning, and my lumberjack's sense of direction is clearly broken. Time for a stiff drink at the pub. Some days, Britannia just wins.
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