I seek change like a busker, but things stay much the same....or do they?

Hmmm…

The ex and I went to our old haunt on Edgware road last night. We smoked shisha, drank mint tea and discussed various topics including racial tensions, marriage, our parents & mutual friends. It could have been two years ago but for the obvious difference.

It was good though, with only one moment of awkwardness when an over persistent rose-seller came round.

This morning I found twenty quid in my make-up bag. He is claiming the cash fairy put it there but I know different. It is overwhelmingly sweet how friends stand by you when you need it most. I am very lucky.