I am writing to you from the wonderful haven that is our sun lounge. When I was a kid, my grandparents had a sun lounge and it was the best place to hang out, especially on days when the wind was cruel but the sun was kind. Today is such a day, and to be in the conservatory, as Mark calls it, is very heaven. This morning we failed utterly to find a climate change event (maybe the climate changed and they went home) and so did the Peace Café instead. Then we mooched around the shops and found a great deli/cafe at the top of Silver Arcade, passing time until 12.30 when the main event was happening.
We only found out about this on Thursday: called the Junk Food Cafe, it takes food supermarkets would otherwise throw away, makes it into lunch and serves it for the price of a donation. If you can’t pay you can help with the washing-up. We has a vegetable balti and a Palestinian bake, plus we got to take away a packet of pasta. It was great! There were!loads of people and a lovely atmosphere. They plan to do it once a month, at Leicester Adult Ed College.
WeeWe will definitely go again. They had policemen dancing outside and musicians inside. Terrific!
And so home. And that’s today. Yesterday I worked on a poetry collection.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 