Sadly, the one course I was most eager to take, dear reader, doesn't seem to be on this year, the art of photography.
I have books on the subject and one or two people with whom I could chat. But. Can art be taught? Or is it in ones bones? Is it not true to say that one is either artistic in nature or not? I really do not know the answer to those questions but I suppose I will find out over the next few weeks on Mondays and Thursday.
I also have the opportunity to learn how to cook an array of world dishes and fully intend to take up this opportunity. Though only if Alan commits. I'm not going to go all the way over to Bathgate every Tuesday evening to complete a course on my own. I hate meeting new people and those getting to know one another approaches, so, I suppose, doing a cookery course with Alan will make life easier somewhat easier for me.
I'm not using Alan, though. I want that to be made quite clear.
Meeting people and introductions are more than scary. I'm sometimes in floods of tears at the thought of it. Pure panic and fear take a horrible grip on me and all I can think of doing is running away.
But I digress...
By Christmas I may be able to tell a Raphael from a da Vinci, make myself look thin in photographs, pour tea into a cup I've made myself and know what all the funky buttons on my camera are for.