Blisters

I don't have much to tell you about yesterday. I pretty much spent the morning walking all the way from Tottenham Court Road to Highbury and Islington, which gave me blisters on my feet. Then I did laundry and cooking. Sometimes London isn't much more exciting than any other place, really, just bigger.

So since I don't have much to tell you today, I will write you a poem instead. It goes like this:

I live in London, oh dear!
It is full of whiskey and beer.
You can drink it all up
When you go to the pub,
And that's why I like it here!


Today won't be much more exciting than yesterday. I will venture out to Hackney later and see what the day brings.