My own private hell
With no means of transport, I spent a miserable day at home researching options for buying a car. This was my own private hell: I have no knowledge about cars, no preferences, no interest and no money. In desperation I spoke again to the garage and it appears after all that there may be some way of fixing my current Wagon-R. Thank goodness; now I can stop looking at hateful car adverts.
Instead, I prepared papers for Thursday’s trustees meeting. I have meanwhile heard positive reports from last night’s meeting of the Community Arts Network where there was general support for the idea of a community arts event next summer. But if any event is to take place, this general support quickly needs to resolve itself into a plan of action.