Errands

Dear Diary,

I'm tasked with running some errands for a friendly family down the road. This includes teaching the reluctant student how to play the guitar, taking a tonne of recycling out, and tidying my mates room. It is ... a real mess. As the matriarch of the household gave me a tenner, she said "Don't spend it on cyder!" I guess they'll know if I do, so it's better if I invest in food, tobacco, or perhaps new guitar strings.

We're not so On the Flex with the group essay, undecided on how we are to select which objects for the cabinet of curiosity. Still, we're getting there, albeit slowly. I would like to wear my laurel wreath, sorry, 'facilitator hat' and put down some rules, but that's not in my nature. Democracy is better I feel. The worst form of government apart from all the rest. (Churchill)

ho-hum, back to the grind. I've nailed chapter three already, now comes chores (I've done the washing up already at least.) Then it's chapter four to get stuck into.

Happy happy, joy joy. I saw two magpies as I walked the dog. Surely portending something good.

On the Flex,

Maxy Waxy xx