God save the cream (Part III)

So it was London again: Shopping in Tesco, brickstones and brilliant weather of course. Okay, let’s make it short:

Surfing in the kitchen I did no museums, no galleries, no touri stuff. I just hung around in East London, took care of my nephew, brought him to and picked him up from the kindergarten, made dinner, walked in Viktoria park and yeah, helped my sister to pack all her stuff.

That was basically the reason why I was in London: helping my sister. She was about to move back to Berlin but still had to work so I did the rest. We also had a birthday party for my nephew (three years!) and the landlord’s son (four years!) because they were born on the same day. So a lot of kindergarten toddler friends and their parents came over and we childrenbirthdaypartied. Hooray. Bang Bang (Birthdayparty)

Everybody was eating Spiderman or Racingcar cake (cakes just made out of artificial stuff and coloured sugar, simply things children love, with a lot of cream) and played together. Everybody got dirty when we went out into the park to do egg races and such, a few cried, I took photos, parents smalltalked about London (to be or not to be) and of course candy and silly plastic toys made in china for everyone! So far, what an incredible experience... London calling again

I actually spent all my ten days in London in the neighbourhood or in the house. But the house is pretty stylish, designed kitchen, furnished, cool garden and internet access so staying couchpotatoish felt actually pretty stylish too. Some highlights in despite of being lazy were the Hackney Flowermarket on Columbia Road where we went to Seamus (great photographer) and did couple of shots. And on Friday (our last day in London) I decided to take the bus to Waterloo Station and see a bit more of London. London Clouds

How can you be in awesompawesome London and don’t even wanna see a bit of the PostcardLondon, right? So I stood there on a bridge over disgusting dirty brown Thamse, did my obligatory grey cloudy pictures, bought some city newspaper because this guy selling it looked a bit pitiful, tried to enjoy Londonmetropolis but I was cold so I took the bus back to the house.

Okaaay, there were some nice warm days too so me (enthusiastically sunshiny greek) put on my summer shorts and my shirty and went to the park!

The next day I was unable to eat something because my throat hurt like OMYGODNOWAYEVENBREATHINGHURTS. I was reddish, felt sleepy, then slept for Rain, sometimes a day, patiently took the pills my sister gave me and was feeling real miserable. We left London on Saturday morning at about 7 am. Yo, that was that for that. My sister is thinking about moving back there but ... er, hello?!

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