This month, our flat became complete!
Me, Cat and Josh
And now that we’re not actually moving upstairs anymore, our flat-leaving party returned to the comfortably familiar flat-warming genre: lots of beer, plus a fair helping of mosquito bites from the hours beforehand barbecuing out on Highbury Fields. It was lovely to see everyone who came, so thanks for helping us celebrate the beginning of what has already been described as a quirky 90s sitcom. (It’s not the first time someone has observed “how different Josh and Dominic are!” before joyfully enumerating Josh’s many good qualities. It’s unnerving.)
I was also lucky to go back to the Olympic Park with Oliver and Abi, this time to watch GB get thrashed in the handball. The Olympics was such a glorious success in so many ways, and I think most people are now feeling withdrawal symptoms, but I was happy to feel a part of it while it lasted:
Last week I also (finally!) got to meet Abbi’s dad during his visit to the UK, and had another of my infrequent but great drinking nights with Henry up in Harrow. Aside from this, my main preoccupation at the moment is gazing lovingly onto my Kindle in my quest to catch up my reading target before the year is out. (I enjoyed Frankenstein
more than I expected to, but on learning that Mary Shelley started writing it when she was only 18 I’m filled with awe.)