Don't Cry, Child.

On Sunday night we sat in Nando's for three hours, discussing the history of the ancient world. Mainly because Lydia started walking from Elephant when we were already sat there. Naughty. 

 

That afternoon a little thing call the Baishaki Mela festival happened, right next to our house. The area's 'up and coming' music acts might as well have been in my bedroom...I hope they get a bit better before they up and come. 

I had a meeting in another part of the world with some folks and some rice and then pushed my way back up my street against the swarm of hundreds, moving their way between the only two large patches of grass in E1. I wish I could say that the festival was a mega cultural experience and describe lots of lovely sights and smells and sounds, but I can't. By about 7 o' clock I'd had enough and headed to Southbank for the cultural experience of Nando's.

The day before that was Saturday. We baked banana muffins at the club we run for 11-17 year old girls, much to their disgust. A lot of fun has had though, despite the apparent hate for anything banana.

The Monday night bus project in Canning Town went well, we saw a few new faces through the door and there was a good atmosphere. Fun was had by all, and we got to eat sweets.