Later that day, Sam and I went to the cinema to see the Iron Lady. We both enjoyed it despite its clear sympathy for Thatcher, but felt that more could have been done with the storyline; there was no development or scrutiny of any part of her life, instead it was as Sam said ‘the Meryl Streep show’. Sam and I then walked to Highbury and ended up chatting in Macdonalds for a few hours, much to the delight of the local teenagers, who probably couldn’t help over hearing our sometimes raucous conversation! I’m thankful that I have friends that render ordinary things fun.
Sunday is a practical day and I am thankful that I cleaned my room as it was getting a bit messy- floordrobe anyone? I’ve read nearly the entire Saturday Guardian; sent a few emails regarding fund raising for Gambia; watched This is England ’88 with Ed after a lovely, if oniony tea and sat reading blogs and websites about travelling South America until I am slightly confused about where I want to go and when and how. The plan will be sorted by the end of the month- I hope!