On the bus

Because the there was a tube strike today. On my way to the refugee centre I heard the unhappy words ‘this bus terminates here.’ Had to walk further than expected, but happily met Pari on the way. Jo and I discussed the annual fundraising dinner.
Last evening I enjoyed dinner with Liz, Myriam, and Priscilla. The usual wide ranging conversation with these old friends. P gave me a special skein of yarn, and M brought a bottle of the wine served at her daughter’s wedding, from a cousin’s vineyard.