Saturday morning...

So... after a bit of a traumatic Friday afternoon it would seem that Jack's guitar wailings are appropriate.

My skin is so thin at the moment - in more ways than one - and a trigger event late Friday knocked me for 6 - there's another one of those damn cricket analogies!

I think I'm too wound up by the whole BankWest thing. I had thought when the work was out of my hands - it left on Wednesday with the Art Courier - that I would fall into the comfort of I can't do anything about it now anyway but I'm still dwelling on it.

The opening is on Tuesday...