Half the story has never been told

The pesky wifi stopped working shortly before I was due to start an online course. Plunged into the rain trying the library (closed) pubs (full) cafes (likewise or too small) and eventually had the idea of routing my laptop through my phone at home. Lorraine had called Patrick who very kindly said he knew what was up with the wifi (Lorraine having opened a telecoms box) came around with a special tool and sorted us out. 

So I was able to attend the first of a series of three poetic sessions called the Understory Conversation with Charlotte leading the group. An absorbing couple of hours. Then did a bit of touching up the paintwork in the study. Nice to be quietly home tonight after the prog rock wizardry of the night before.