I started doing this diary in June. If you haven't been following have a look at the Cast of Characters which gives a quick low down on the essential day to day characters who are mentioned here...it will make more sense if you do.

Had to get up in the morning again and take the car down to Cellan. It has to be fixed because the back door got bent while it was being used to collect staging from Aberystwyth for WIT camp. Something to do with driving it with the door open and a trailer on - I wasn't there at the time. I'm not sending it to Landrover to do because they would charge loads of money and WIT are paying for it. So it is going to Glen's garage where it will be fixed cheaply but I know that he will do it properly because he drives a discovery himself and he likes them. I had waited this long so that Glen would have a car to lend me while it was being done. He had the same silly little red citroen I had from him last time but I didn't remember it being especially challenging to drive so I bolted on the steering knob and set off home, stopping in town to put some petrol in the practically empty tank. As I was rounding the corner from the main road onto the smaller lane the cross bar of the steering knob came adrift from the wheel rendering me unable to steer. Luckily I had steered just far enough that I could stop, skewed across the entrance to the road, but not actally blocking anything. That steering knob was designed for long ago cars with much thinner steering wheels than modern cars have, it is often impossible to do up the bolt that secures the cross bar to the wheel. Since I had had this car before and it hadn't been possible to do it up I had assumed that since I managed without it before it was ok. Anyway, not so and, not having any baleing twine about my person I had to gaffer tape it in place as best I could and drive home rather slowly. I did spot some baling twine just a little way up the road and stopped to pull what appeared to be a tangle of it out of the hedge but when I pulled it I realised that one end was tied into the hedge and the other pieces were carefully knotted together. There was a corresponding length on the other side of the gateway and I had to suppose they were part of some makeshift temporary cow barrier and probably even one length of it would be missed. This is Wales, farmers do what they do only because of baleing twine, without it there would be no farmers or farms. I did not, therefore, take any and I got home alright, where I have my own baleing twine.

There was a couple of lengthy message from Shelly of WIT camp when I got home and although I couldn't really understand the message clearly I was figureing that she was asking me to do something...if not several somethings, some of which I have resisted doing before. Once I had suitably fortified myself I phoned back and agreed to do everything she asked me to do. This includes the extremely boring attending meetings and taking, typing and posting minutes. Once a month. Just like being back in MayDay housing co-operative. Aaargh. Oh well. Think it about time they had a website.... but there's a lot of paperwork coming up soon.. statistics, graphs, presentation of information for further funding... etc., so that might have to wait. I spent the rest of the afternoon finishing the work I had to do for Hanna and working on several other ongoing projects. I noticed that there were arrivals of visitors, one group I wasn't sure I had seen before and then they departed and Helen arrived with her very new, very tiny baby and Laney. I didn't get ever so involved with the visiors although Laney had come with a box of blank tapes and was doing some recording in my sitting room.

We had a somwhat disjointed dinner as I wondered how many more baby animal were going to appear in the house. I've nothing against baby animals... whether they be human, dog or cat, I just feel sorry for them having to try and survive in that chaos. The baby human was found to have filled a whole nappy full of yellow slime just as dinner was put on the table. I did not have mustard with my dinner.

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