Not much to write about really, suprisingly nothing has been happening in my fatigued, dull and spiritless life. I should probably start worrying about how many days i waste just sat encased in this room.
Sunday was good. Me, Hannah and Joe sold things on bricklane ... considering i have never ever been so cold, it was enjoyble. Joe sold our stuff amazingly and we drank tea. A gypsy threw a toffee at me and a strange man who was walking past and started laughing with me and Hanna and it was the funniest thing ever. I wish i had got it on tape, he was so strange. I hope he is there again next week. (note: wear 5 pairs of socks, and layer up like a mother next sunday. Oh actually we probably won't be there next sunday as its Hanah Y's party on Saturday and i very much doubt we will be in any fit state to sell things to the public the next day.)
Anyway here's some pictures, that aren't very exciting but they fill space.
Junk.
So Brookside.