Impressionist Parking

I don't know why I spent so much of yesterday evening writing a grumble about office idiocy and then deleting it immediately, when in fact, I had far more uplifting stuff to share.
I failed to find a favourite cardigan. 
My flat is too small for it to be accidentally lost at home. I last remember taking it off at Saturday night's gig, so I called the bar to ask if it had been found. 
Yes it had.
Next, I asked the member of my new circle of friends who lives closest to the venue if he could collect it for me when he was next passing. 
Within ten minutes it was in his custody.
A little while after that, another new friend from the same group asked me if I would like to see Sting play live in Bedford Park next summer and should she try to secure a ticket for me?
“Oh yes Please!”
And moments later she confirmed that she had beaten the rush and had my ticket in her possession.
It reminded me of when David Bowie was playing Milton Keynes in '83 and all my college friends had tickets but I didn't, and they bought me the tee-shirt! :-)
My team at work is bonding nicely too, and so I'm almost ready to begin putting down some actual roots in Bedford.

It will have taken me more than five years to settle into a new home in a place away from the home I loved. I am a healthy white educated middle-class English-speaking British woman with no criminal convictions and no dependents. How much more difficult is it for people without all the advantages I trail behind me as though they were baggage? 
I shudder to think.

A recession made in Russia?? 
Nothing at all to do with Brexit and throwing cash at the wall in 2020?? 
How handy that we can all use Putin as our scapegoat for everything.