It has been a cool, Iinteresting sort of day. I am still buzzing about my masters: passing it has energised me in a way I never predicted. Having had a day at home yesterday, I decided a day of exploration was in order. This morning, while Lyn enjoyed a lie in, I popped down to woolwich to see what was going on. Like every Saturday, it was busy. There was also a loud, irritating street preacher who needed unplugging, much to her chagrin and everyone else’s gratitude (and, for the record, I am not posessed by any deamons, contrary to her accusations).

This afternoon was just as fun. After coming home to say hi to the love of my life, and after a trip to the vegetable shop, I struck out again. If recently occurred to me that I had yet to explore canary wharf. It’s quite close to where we live, and looks like a slice of New York on the horizon. I had been thinking about going there for an explore, and since it’s only one stop away on the tube, this afternoon I went.

I soon found myself in what must be one of the richest, swankiest parts of the city. I must say I was impressed by how plush and clean it was. Yet, it being a Saturday afternoon, it was very quiet, and I didn’t find that much to interest me. I didn’t go too far, in case I got lost, so I may have missed bits; but on the wold I found the place lavish but uninteresting. There weren’t even any street preachers to unplug. Soon I was on my way home, hungry, impressed yet disappointed, yet glad to have explored yet another part of this amazingly varied city.