A Bed for the Sun

In the City of Az where all things seemed possible, there came a great gathering. The flags of the pavilions adjacent the tourney field resembled a fleet of galleons in full.

At the centre, all the hustle and bustle crowd.

We have lost it in our lives, it is not to be held, called the caller upon a frivolous dais.

What have we lost? Cried the audience.

 We have put aside the Joy. We put it somewhere safe and cannot recall. I’m sure it’s here somewhere, when did you see it last?

We cannot remember, but we must rediscover this Joy in our lives, if not for me, then at least for all of you, the caller gestured an arm to include.

 Where shall we discover joy? Cried the assembled.

There hangs the balance. We know not where we left it, thus we can only rush around in places that it might, in the hope.

As luck would have it, I have befriended a group of trusted and tried knights who can, in this quest, accomplish many.

Therefore it is in my mind to ask and require that they sally fifth in quest of our returning Joy. Are you with me!

OK, murmured the crowd, who had been distracted by a quick food stall selling hot things on a stick.

And so it came to pass that the Knights Exemplar set forth upon the roads once more in search of the Lost Joy. Being of sound mind and armour, they split into portions in order to cover.

What does it resemble? She Sphinx asked Sheba as they travelled the dusty road, the sun at their backs. It has a different face for each and every, said Sheba, right now a cold drink might be its manifestation, but I suspect a more permanent form of is requisite. We may travel to the place of great deserts where the people have no mads and enquire of the wise men and women there what brings about the Joy.

Shall we utilise the magic vinyl flooring for this journey? No let us travel the old-fashioned way and enjoy the scenery.

Two weeks later, ok, let’s use the flying floor covering, this is taking it too extremes.

At the edge of the sand, where the sand dived beneath the ocean to meet a different experience entirely, they found. There were laid in a thousand glorious rows, reclining beds made of various materials. It was explained that each bed was required by a worshipper of the sun most happy, to the tune of. Those for the poorer were of plastic, whereas the richer folk might use silver, wood or wicker. Cushions of considerable comfort might be lain upon. Some supported magnificent, curtained coverings whilst others cowered beneath a shade that was obviously too small and broadcast its shadow some distance from the bed itself. Others had no covering at all, such that the worshipper must turn constantly to prevent trouble, he or she must turn about regularly and read a book with difficulty or contemplate the music of the spheres.

Some people tried to lie directly on the sand with merely a cloth for solace, but it was discouraged by mistrustful looks and muffled comments.

The wise women and men of that place advised that surely a Bed for the Sun must bring the greatest Joy and contain all the most higher value. When the sun had departed the worshippers happily drank sweet, coloured alcohol and fell over, until the next session.

This all seems a bit unlikely to me, said she Sphinx, I can’t see it satisfying our quest, let us torture a few sun worshippers until they confess that it is a hoax. No, said Sheba, we are way beyond that barbarity, I’m ashamed of you for the suggestion. These modern days we just threaten to reveal embarrassing details online to pressurise them into revealing their secrets.

So, let us get things in a straight line sun lounger person, you work all year round to fill a chest with gold so that you may spend all your hard earned on a week visiting to the edge of nowhere and lie down in the sun, which is so hot that you have to periodically run into the water to cool down. Is this true? do you worship the Golden Sun Lounger?

Sounds silly when you put it like that, said the sun-drenched person, but it is really nice, honest.

Let us take one of these Beds for the Sun to the City of Az and see if it cuts the mustard. I believe that they fold up quite efficiently. Said Sheba