This week wasn’t much fun for me. I was getting stress from all directions, so naturally, I was Not Well. Yesterday, I was supposed to be finishing off the last edition of the hardcopy Transit. But I decided that enough was enough and that I needed to relax.
So I went round to my friend C. I watched her make pheasant pate, she coloured my hair for me, I cleared a lot of junk from her computer, we had lots of girly gossip over big mugs of tea.
Hugely refreshed, I returned to my computer that evening and banged out the final Transit in a couple of hours, sending it off to the printers at 9.30.
I felt strangely bereft, once it was gone. For six years, It’s been my baby and no it’s no more.

Oh well. On to the next adventure.