Ashamed.

I couldn’t do it. When push came to shove, I backed out. So now I’m a fraud and a coward. You were my inspiration, Edward Elgar; where were you when I had most need of you?

If there’s anybody out there who’s been reading this blog assiduously, you’ll know what I mean when I say that I think it’s three down and none to go.

I learned today that Sarah is an artist. I keep on getting hints that I shouldn’t delay the writing of that final story too much longer.