Alex Pearl is not in the Antarctic

I thought I was supposed to be going to Bedford today to begin setting up my show. Admittedly there was a message from Eva on my answer machine, a very long message. But I have no clue what it said. My answer machine often records fuzzy mumbling for me or sometimes nothing at all. Usually the messages are something to do with life assurance so I don't mind. Anyway having wrestled a large bag of potential shelves to the gallery door I found it locked. Perhaps I should have phoned her. As I pressed my face against the window I could see that lots of work had been going on, the walls looked painted and there was a test graphic of the title on the wall. I took some pictures and drove home. On the way I saw absolutely nothing interesting.