Contrary to
earlier predictions, I can’t stay on in Miss Havisham’s Barn beyond the end of October. So now I have to find somewhere to live for those awkward few months before the Kensington house is available. Too short a time for a lease. Death to the landowning classes! Drat! And double drat!
My struggle to get art sites to go to the trouble of contacting people on their mailing list when they have shows coming up, conducted through a strenuous campaign of
sitting at home bitching about it on a weblog, has started to pay off.
The Make It Up Club is sending me email again. For a few weeks there they had some gigs on they didn’t want me to see.
It seemed that Bus had forgiven me too when out of the blue I received an invite to their latest
Outer gig, but they forgot to mention anything about their new exhibition so I guess they were just teasing me.