My credit card got a bashing. A trip to Wicks (I know how to live it up!) took place last Friday. It had to be done; buying kitchen units, paints, grout and such like. The Caretaker was a gem, apart from keeping me company, he manoeuvred the trolley around the aisles like a F1 driver in poll position. An hour later and we reached the finishing line and before you knew it the Caretaker had arranged the goods to fit in the boot, and we were off back to the Art Cabin. Sadly a magnum of champagne was not waiting for us at the other end so we made do with a nice cuppa.