Day 19: Beans.

Church is so much more interesting here in London! I mean, I'm in the primary, for one. I'm a minority, for two. And for three, I hear the best conversations EVER...

Sitting woman: "Youre not listening to the piano. Listen first. Then sing."
Singing woman: "I AM listening to the piano. Do you want to sing it?"
Sitting woman: "No, I'm happy right here."
Singing woman: "I'm gonna punch you right in the mouf."
Sitting woman: "Go ahead! You come and punch me in the mouf! See what happens!"

... Luckily a fight did NOT break out before sacrament meeting between two middle aged black woman. They were intercepted by the second counselor.

Who, consequently, is quite possibly my favorite man in London. Oh, Brother Ojo! Half the time I can't understand a word he's saying, because his African accent is so thick. But he's the nicest man I've ever met, and I love chatting with him about life before sacrament meeting.

I've forgotten how to play the piano. ... Well... I just never learned the primary songs, and now I'm really starting to regret it. I don't know why those kids scare me so bad, but I can't hardly put my fingers to the keys for fear! It's like I think they'll rebel or something. Oh well. I was able to figure out Adam's zipper today, which was stuck. At leas that's something. ;)

The children got to color today... and guess who got to color with them!! Yours truly. It was the best. I want to be in primary forever. Did you know they still have those stamp markers? You konw, the ones that are in different shapes at the end? The green one is a swirly thing, and the blue is a dolphin, and the pink is a butterfly? Well at any rate, I didn't know they still existed. So when I saw Holly using one, I just about died. She let me borrow it, after she was done. Which was awfully nice of her, seeing as how she's five and I'm almost nineteen.

I realized at the tube station that I left my complete works of shakespeare on the piano. Oops. :) Luckily Miriam is a darling and she walked back to get it with me. The ladies at the bus stop thought we were gooses because we passed them three times... once on the way out, once back, and once on the way out again. Oh well. :)

For dinner I had... a can of beans. Yeah... grocery shopping apparently isn't my forte. I think that one of the worst feelings is coming home absolutely starving on a sunday, and knowing full well you haven't got anything to eat when you get home.

But, beans are good.

No complaints here. I mean, heck! I'm in London. :) Beans in London have got to be better than anything else, anywhere else.