Mile End mooring.

I've moved house. Jess came and helped me to chug the short distance to Mile End. 
Over the course of the adventure I trod in a dog poo . . .  WITH MY BARE FOOT *sound of crowds cheering* and a bird did a poo on Jesses arm *laughter and hilarity*. Gosh.
But it was worth it. 
My local is now the wonderful Palm Tree, the best pub I've come across so far. I've toddled across for 3 bitter shandys so far today. And my local pool is Mile End leisure centre where it's told you can sneak into the sauna and jacuzzi without paying: things are looking good.
 I'm also surrounded by a crazy amount of wild flowers. It really doesn't feel like I'm in London at all at times. What a joy.

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