Day 6

Rotten friends have all decided that I am living in The Dorchester and not battling rabid badgers on a nightly basis. In their minds the closest I come to living by the river is eating Duck and drinking Perrier. They are demanding photographic evidence of my living outside and, get this, request images of a soggy and bedraggled nature.


Photos will follow oh you unbelievers, you finger pointers and when they do you will regret your unbelieving and pointing of fingering. Just have to; borrow a camera; make sure I don’t loose it or fall in the river with it; get somewhere whilst it is light enough to take a decent photo; figure out how the thing works; find somewhere on line to store the photos; figure out how this is done and swear a lot when I realise that I have not figured out how to do but deleted them all and have to start again.


Tonight’s challenges are:

Getting out of London during rush hour - not tried this before.

Laundry

Cooking a proper meal with one pot, a Swiss army knife and a spoon

Staying dry

Have fun on your sofas