I spent today at a food festival in Cambridge (which is a great place). Not particularly busy but a good location and I think that things will pick up tomorrow when many people aren’t working.
I stood in the field yesterday trying to put up a new, smaller tent and after industriously working,, sweating in the heat for about an hour,, one of the tent poles snapped and the whole thing pinged into a shapeless mess. It took a great deal of will power not to walk away as I stood there holding it up. I was thinking the whole thing might have to go in the bin but managed to find someone to help cut a tiny piece of broken pole off the cord inside then jam the broken end (now slightly shorter) into the other side.
Another 20 minutes of sweating and untangling the mess and I had a tent. I nearly walked away twice from what may have seemed an insignificant task but I persevered and it worked out OK. I think the duct tape helped (thank you to the nice man at the gin van for that!).