SomersTownLisa

London Life
2022-12-12 15:26:40 (UTC)

7th to 9th December

Wed 07/12/2022
The natural park for lunch, where they’re now supplying blankets, but it wasn’t cold enough for me to need it yet.

In the evening we went to help at the homeless shelter. I met two girls at the community centre, then Jack, three Emilys and others at the shelter. One of the Emilys, who I hadn’t met before, looked sexy making beds in her short work skirt.

Afterwards I went with Jack to 21 Soho. It was Haven Coffee’s refugee comedians night, “laff-uchino” but the line-up was poor, and unlikely to be relatable with my favourite British observational comedy. Headliner Amir Shah was good, but because the event didn’t start until 20:30, it was 23:20 when he finished and several of the audience had left. The compere was a North American girl who shouted too much.

Thur 08/12/2022
After lunching at Neighbourhood Organic, we went to The Fields Beneath where once again my order of “Oat Latte”, which I thought I’d said very clearly, was mis-heard as “Ice Latte”. This has happened at about four coffee houses, which perplexes me as none of the letters in the two words are the same.

Met Laura, Si and Stephen at The Camel, which is smaller inside than it looks. We were shuffling around for a while, at tables which were booked for later, until we managed to jump on a table at the back which had just been vacated. Stephen brought his dogs even though he lives very close.

Before the lads arrived I’d been giving Laura my employment history, after she asked how my work was. I was also moaning about my sister-in-law keeping the £40,000 I loaned her for a house, even though she’d moved in with her boyfriend.

Fri 09/12/2022
Ran along the canal to Humdingers in Hoxton, where I had to pick up some food and take it to a lady’s house. I got there just at the right time but no-one there knew about my task, and I had to wait in the extreme cold for an hour in just my running clothes (though wearing running tights, not a skirt). I looked in the chip shop but they ignored me, and I tried running up and down, but I didn’t want to be away from the area when the café shut.

Eventually the queue was gone and I ran with it in my backpack to the lady’s house, though in my rush to get warm, I didn’t turn left off Hoxton Street soon enough, so had to run extra. When I got to the lady’s house, she wasn’t in so I had to leave the hot food in a paper bag in her doorstep.

I started to run home, looking for a direct route North of the canal, but I was very tired and stiff and when my route took me past Haggerston station, I gave up and got a train. There was an eleven-minute wait at Highbury & Islington, so I got the Victoria Line instead and ran home from King’s Cross St Pancras.




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