Indu is cooking up a storm downstairs. Yummy yummy.........................
She has made the most scrumptious of mutton currys and I'm famished.

London is the same as ever. A little colder today and really windy. My tent got dragged a couple of meters today and me with it!!!!
Luckily nothing got wet.

I am going to Ade's Auntie Muni for dinner on Monday night, and so get to meet another member of the family. The boys take the piss out of me because apparently i dress like Muni and this is not a good thing.
Another home cooked Indian meal to look forward to. Man, i am spoilt this week.

Where do all the hippies go when they grow up? Not sure about all of them, but some of them run markets.
The woman who runs the market that i do on Saturday mornings is a nutter, but the sweetest thing.
She has a mass of bird's nest hair and the good earth under her fingernails.
She always cheers me up and today was no exception, what with the run away tent and all.
She's ditzy and just adorable.
I have made some super-cool friends at these markets. There is a guy called Phil who drives a fork lift at B Market and again, the nicest nutter on the block. I give him Eccles cakes and he tries to run me over.
This Friday, is our annual Market BBQ and we are all going to get pissed together and eat loads of food that we don't really want!
All the Traders donate what they sell - ours will obviously be bread.Duh.
So, we get to eat the country's finest produce in the grand old market and schmooze with the locals. It's fun.
My tummy is rumbling just thinking it.