Artist at work

After a heavy defeat yesterday, I decided to get back on my metaphorical bicycle and hit balls with James, my training partner. I played well so that helped to chase away the memory of last night. In the afternoon I went to the Painting Group. Unfortunately our president is a difficult lady and complains a lot and shouts at people. Several members have left as a consequence. As she has difficulties in handling the files on her phone that she asked me to send her, I printed out all the documents she needed so that she could send them by post. I had not noticed that the ink must be running out on my printer and some names were illegible. She snatched the papers out of my hand and started shouting. I told her it was a simple mistake and I had actually been trying to help her out, but she stormed off and didn’t come back. After that the three of us had a nice afternoon.