Sunday is marked by a huge increase in the amount of Saxon pot coming from the now Almost Definite sunken-featured building in Giles’ World of the Anglo Saxons. We now have two sherds instead of one, which represents a statistically significant increase of 100% in our Anglo Saxon pottery sherds.
Meanwhile the ditches are going down and down and the Dear Leader exhorts his team to greater effort, even resorting to digging himself. John P accurately sums this up as “leading from the front in a futile gesture” and indeed the DL soon gets bored and wanders off to point at something and scratch his chin reflectively. Everyone is cheered up by Heather J. finding a monumental piece of our gladiator Samian bowl. She takes a picture and sends it smugly to Dave G as it is bigger than his lion bit the previous week.
It’s the Bank Holiday weekend but amazingly it hardly rains at all. The visitors come out in their droves. This is much needed as we still have quite a lot of merchandise left, including the tasteful Guantanamo Orange T-shirts, which thus far have not proved a great seller despite Chrissy’s modelling efforts. Peer is told that he must buy one as he is Dutch and therefore genetically disposed to like orange. The Dear Leader, meanwhile, tells his students that anyone using gladiator transfers in their essays next term will get extra marks but they remain similarly unmoved.