Sunday, April 18, 1982
Bright, sunny and summery. Mum and Dad left early for Thorncotes to go walking, and when I eventually got up at 11.30, I felt fed up and really wished I was with them walking in the hills under blue skies and sun instead of marooned with my laziness, guilt and depression.
Andrew worked on the bike I bought all afternoon and declared what I already knew, that I was ripped off. I feel ashamed at my stupidity. Why did I allow myself to be conned so easily? I'm totally incapable of the simplest mechanical tasks and now I feel humiliated, stupid and foolish.
Andrew rode the bike round and said it was rubbish, but at least it works.