On failure

Photo: Dunblane and The Trossachs  


Time to get in the garden. Oh dear!... so much to do. After an hour I retreat to my studio, a grand name for the small conservatory I built with my redundancy money.

But that too needs overhaul. Why did this space turn into a dumping area, somewhere to store stuff?
I am saved from the prospect of tackling either job  by a phone call from a friend suggesting we meet up for coffee.

And another New Year resolution goes into the dustbin marked “Failure”.

As Samuel Beckett said: “Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”