It has been quite a day, and I’m fairly knackered. This morning, in our weekly Skype conversation, my parents told me that my uncle and aunt go home on Thursday. They have been in London for a few weeks, staying with my Yeaya (grandma) up near Kilburn. It seemed to me that it would be a shame for me to let them go without seeing them, so after checking how to get there on the TFL website, off I set.

This proved to be rather complicated. I took as much public transport as possible in order to save my chair batteries. It took about two hours, but a bus, the Jubilee line and two more busses later I got there. The thing was, I hadn’t warned anyone I was coming as I didn’t know how I’d get on or whether I’d have to turn back, so I wasn’t sure they would be in. I was in luck though, and to her surprise at about two this afternoon my aunt Toulla opened the door to my grinning face.

It was great to see them; they’re doing well. I hadn’t seen them since Christina and Tom’s wedding, so it was good to see them. As they live in Brazil, I asked for their take on the Rio opening ceremony, but they hadn’t seen it. I didn’t stay long – an hour or so – so unfortunately I didn’t get to see my cousin alex and his young family, who were out at the time. Nevertheless, as uncle David walked with me back to the bus stop, I felt pleased I had gone. I’ll certainly have to go up there more often: it wasn’t too difficult, and I think that part of north-west London is definitely worth exploring.