Oh Dear

I have spent the evening worrying about work, and consequently missed something I had really been looking forward to- a showing of Val Phoenix's films. I feel utterly stupid! I am going to start knitting again because it stops me from fretting. A jumper with a guitar skeleton on it, I think, into which I will stitch all irritations, annoyances and worries; the ensuing endorphins will carry me through the summer on a wave of bonhomie.