hello, you terrible drunkards

Back in Tootingtown... My Hackney holiday was quite amazing. The weather was lovely - I just learned that these days in October when it gets all hot and sunny and summer-ish for a few days are called "little summer" or "St Luke's summer". Loreena McKennit is good for facts like that. It's like "Kalte Sophie" in a summer version. Not quite sure if we get that in Germany at all. Anyone?

Thursday night started off quite nice and relaxed in the Green in Islington with Sal, Vic and Ros. It ended rather crazy and drunken in a tree house close to Finsbury Park with a girl from Oklahoma. Ehem. I don't get bored.

Friday I didn't do much, apart from sittin around in parks, read and do novel planning. Then met Ros and two of her colleagues for pints at Highbury and Islington and then met a whole bunch of lovely people at the Pembury Tavern for "free food". "Free food" meant "mussels", which I didn't eat, but it was a really fun evening anyway. Bit tired today, cause I had to work early this morning. Very quiet day at work. Loreena McKennit feels a bit ill and basically spent all day asleep.
I went to the laundrette for the second time, though. It is my new favourite part about my job. I'd never been to a laundrette before in my life and always imagined it to be rather boring. And frankly: It is rather boring.
But I love the laundrette man. He is very helpful, very chatty, very Italian and very happy when Loreena McKennit has German volunteers. He has a sister in Germany, in Siegen, whose kids don't speak Italian or English, so the vols are his only way of communicating with his nieces and nephews. He says. I bet if he asked his sister she would help out as well.
Anyway, after chatting to him twice for half an hour I know everything about all the volunteers Loreena McKennit has ever had AND about Germany, which he knows really well, cause he goes there all the time.

Oddness: This morning at 9 am about 35 Japanese women asked me for the way to Streatham cementary and then just followed me there. I never wished I understood Japanese more.

Now: Bit of beer and a bit of sleep.

Tomorrow is Sunday, which means longest day of work, because Loreena McKennit goes to church at Trafalgar Square. I wish I had friends who joined me for coffees at Trafalgar Square at 10am on Sunday mornings like other people. Alas, my friends are mostly drunkards and terrible and are usually still sipping their gin at 10am on Sunday mornings. (And that is why I like them so much. *smiles at thought of terrible friends*)