Like most of London's inhabitants, I went to the park yesterday. Vicky Park, with my cousin C. We have reconnected a lot since I came back to London. Her eldest daughter is the same age as my little sister. C is a year and a half older than me. It was a really nice afternoon- drinking rose in the park, being introduced to a friend of C's, catching up and being reassured it isn't only me who has lost the patience and time to handle grandad. My cousin J turned up just before I left to collect Bee.
In the evening Sis and I were meant to go and see Two Roses for Richard the Third at the Roundhouse. It didn't happen due to a long and complicated process involving tickets and Tubes. So we took an unbelievably convoluted route on a bus round what felt like all the houses, to meet with Alaron (who are two people- also referred to as Darlana) in London Fields. It was a lovely evening. Alaron had got me a Congratulations card three large Moleskines for starting university and I felt really touched and, for the first time, properly excited about studying. I have good friends.
Sis and I bussed together, I got off at Gran's and drank some more with my uncle. We had a pretty good chat. I have been warned (again) about my love affair with alcohol.
I dreamt my Gran's cat was running a bouncer operation at the cat-flap, some kind of feline night-club in the kitchen.
And that I was being chased and chased and chased across a field, all because I smiled.
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