Rang Alice Booth this morning regarding Making Time opportunity. I needed to find out if I had been shortlisted as I have an Assessment day to be a Bike Club Officer for CTC (first rule of Bike Club…..) tomorrow to be followed, if successful, by an interview in Birmingham on Friday which is the same day as the interviews for Making Time. I didn’t get it. She didn’t want to tell me, she said she’d email me in an hour or so. I explained the reason why I needed to know so I could let the other people (CTC) know and explained that I was away from a computer. She still didn’t want to tell me so I assumed that meant unsuccessful. I realised, ‘it dawned on me’, that if I was on the shortlist she would have remembered my name and it would be easy to say so.
Instant depression. Whittling wood (c5000 sticks) for a year sounds good to me but I didn’t actually say that was what I was going to do. Left it open, which in hindsight, aaarrrrgggghhhh. Then I start thinking it’s all down to who you know, I mean, I know Charles and Elaine….
Depression turns to disappointment to realisation/actualisation I am doing art, being creative. I am grateful for the opportunity, it’s all good.
“You’ve got that down to a fine art.”
The guy from the newsagent nextdoor wants to know what I am doing, how much it costs, who’s paying for the lights – he says his service charges will go up. I say something about he’d be paying service charges if the shops were empty. He wants to have a closer look, I ask him not to touch. The first thing he does is touch it, gently, just to see how stable it is. He comes out and asks whens it going to be open, I explain that it isn’t going to be ‘open’ for the reason he’s just demonstrated. He smiles.
