Not doing a thing, squared!! Not painting, not attending conference. I should be in Manchester for Metaphorum but the Air Traffic Controllers strike put paid to that... next plane outta here is tomorrow and that goes to London, not Manchester.
Attending on line, accordingly. Flights reimbursed (-or will be, they say ) hotel costs down the funnel of lessons learnt. Insure. I didn't; can't recoup, though Ryan Air might pay some.
Missing the casual contact with cybernetics and the friends of my father.
Got a flight to London on Saturday, maybe some stuff salvageable.
And its my birthday, I'm 75. Does every old person feel incredibly surprised by their age? I'm not in denial, just baffled.
