Good church members meeting last night, a potentially difficult decision dealt with gracefully by all concerned. Perhaps we are growing up?
Day off today and so try to adjust my bike brakes for about an hour and a half before giving up and deciding to take it to be mended (having made it a whole lot worse). Why do I feel so embarrassed at not being able to do simple stuff like this? My Dad would have fixed this in a jiffy. He'd be spinning in his grave.
If he were dead.