Wrapping and interweaving my legs round the outside bars of the cage, just as the monkey bars of years long gone by, I dangle out pseudo-freely…and sew, paying attention to not get to cocky since there is no back up system but my legs. And to facilitate Mason not being trapped up here while i stay suspended to sew from my temporary man toy, we have dragged a ladder up, up, with us. So off (or down) he scampered to get his work done. Now back to mine, which currently is sewing the neck of the fluted, sieved funnel-like suspended object back into a single unit from its move to this location. Just what every woman should be doing twenty five feet up in a forest glade…absolutely!
In my opinion of course!0