Shoreditch festival

Since it's gloomy, overcast, and cold today, I'd like to remember the happier, sunnier times. This past weekend we attended the Shoreditch festival - your typical free neighborhood festival, complete with ethnic food stalls, port-o-potties, bad music, and large fields to sit and waste the day in. The forecast had called for rain on Saturday (as it does every day), but when we got up it was bright and sunny out. So we went on a stroll with Caron and Tom and ended up at the Shoreditch festival. When we got there, at noon, people were just starting to arrive, the food was just starting to be cooked, but the bar (a large, dark tent made to resemble a pub...humorously called the Pigeon's Arms) was already up and running. So we bought a pitcher of Pimms and lemon soda, and sat in the field soaking up the sun - since we were all lacking in our vitamin D. After one pitcher, we all got some great Ghanaian food, got another pitcher, reclaimed our spots on the grass and just relaxed...until the sky clouded up, the temperature dropped, and the wind picked up, which meant it was time to head home.

Another birthday thank you

Last night we went to see The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Globe theatre, thanks to Leo's parents, who got us tickets for Leo's birthday. The theatre was great, aside from the uncomfortable seats (benches too close together with no back rests..perhaps leg room wasn't an issue in the olden days). The play, which was one I had never read, was quite amusing and all of the actors gave great performances. Plus, once again, we were able to bring drinks into the theatre, which never gets old. Thank you for the tickets!

The one nice thing about it raining all the time

Friday realization

It's August, and I've been wearing either a jacket or a jumper (a.k.a. sweater) for most of the "summer." There have been a few really hot days, but most of the time it's been cold enough for jeans, a t-shirt, and a summer jacket (as they call them here). Isn't summer jacket an oxymoron, like jumbo shrimp? I guess this is why the English need to take so many holidays and travel to warmer places. Otherwise, you'd forget what seasons were like. It would just be cold and gloomy vs. colder and gloomier.

Well, at least it's Friday.