April 13, 2008

A Kitty and a Kite Festival

I woke up to find a soft white kitty in the lounge. I named her Snow Belle. She followed my flatmates home last night. No collar. She was still there in the morning sitting on the back steps so we let her back inside and played with her. She’s outside again now, but I hope she wants to come back. She was nice and fluffy.
This afternoon, I met C in Victoria for the train ride to Streatham Common where we went to a kite festival. Wellies, kites and tea under gray London skies, umbrellas, smiles, pretty colours and a bit of rain. Not to mention the giant purple octopus.

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