Chocks away...

The guitar group was utter, utter chaos, myself included. I got totally lost and I was only on the second line. Blank, one hundred per cent, and I'm thinking...why has everyone stopped? Which they had, because they always stop if I stop. Jordi has his head in his hands. "How is it possible that you're all getting worse? It's your responsibility. Your group."
Quite a squirmy afternoon. Got a lift home from Edith de France who is by now in Corsica. Came into the computer/guitar room, unfolded music stand and sliced off part of my right hand. Why do umbrellas and music stands have razor sharp bits? Anyway, it looks like a maroon coloured woodlouse has taken up residency in the palm of my hand...and it hurts.
I am trying to tidy up the house but it appears I am merely moving one pile of rubbish from one room to another. I would quite happily throw everything away and start again...except the guitars...and the books...and great,great grandfather paintings...and the weeping willow chair...oh rats.