I admit I was making a mountain out of a molehill yesterday as getting to the party in Peckham turned out easy. While I had to take two busses, equipped with a list of instructions on my lap it was straightforward enough, and I got to the party early. While I say party, it was more of an afternoon gathering of Poppy’s mates; most people, including Charlotte and Poppy, had a gig to go to after. Seeing the jones sisters was great, and Charlie was still raving about watching the Cat Empire with me in the Albert Hall. The afternoon seemed to fly by, and at about five people started to thin out. Rather than get the bus back I opted for a taxi as I had had a drink, and I got back in time for dinner. C, on the other hand, is probably still at her gig.