Fantastic! Went down to the Thames Festival last night. Al, a fellow stigmamma and I met Mel and her friends at the Tate where there were hanging balls of fire, a great beautiful orb like thing of fire and we sat around one of the many fires nestled among the trees. My boxercise instructor joined us and off we all trooped down to the beach, where we reclaimed it and danced, danced, danced!
Like Al said in a text this morning: "Just what the doctor ordered!"
She left earlier than boxercise instructor and me as I simply did not want to leave and she had to wake up and look after her daughter this morning. Her nice bus driver took her home despite the fact she had no money on her oyster so she avoided getting lamped which is good!
When I was leaving, walking along the Southbank, a very cute Polish guy asked me for my number and I thought "why not?!" and scrawled it on his arm. He may not call, he may be put off by what I'm going through if we meet, I might not be up for the distraction if we get on but what a nice thing to have happened!
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