Last Saturday, my friend Dimitris dragged me to his favourite place in London - and possibly the whole wide world, you never know with him - Hampstead Heath. This time I brought my camera. With a fully charged battery. Because Dimitris begged and nagged I should because he wanted photos.
Dimitris dragged me up Monument Hill, where we were almost blown away by the strong the wind. And then he snagged my camera and started snapping away like a trigger happy crazy thing.
When he was satisfied he had taken enough photos and I was fed up with the hill, we went for a walk across the heath. We meandered around the place and ended up by a big pond to sit on a bench together and bemoan the sore state of our lives.
After seeing the manor from afar, we decided it was time to get going, because we were invited to a party in Chalk Farm. It will hardly be a surprise to find out we promptly got lost and ended up following the sound of distant traffic.
We emerged on the opposite side of the Heath than we wanted to, and I brilliantly got confused and we took the 168 bus instead of the 268 bus. So instead of going to Chalk Farm we ended up at Finchley Road. Without a map. And neither of us having a clue where we were.
We did eventual find our way to the party, after a little break to eat some indian food and warm ourselves from the bitting wind.
And well, the party was fun! We drunk lots of wine, ate Natasha's gorgeous hand made finger food and talked about all manner of stuff.
And when the time to go home came, we walked to Camden Town with Dimitris and took the night bus to his place. Will you believe we spent almost two hours on that damn bus? I can't believe I spent so long getting back!
Poor Dimitris! He lives in a teeny tiny room in a ramshackle house with a crazy landlady and her layabout cousin who sleeps on the sofa. There truly is no way to describe exactly how unbelievably small his room is! I should take photos.
And because Dimitris crazy landlady works nights - she drives a night bus - I tiptoed out the house in the morning before she realised I had spent the night.
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