Everyone loves a good pun

While the majority of people looking for an excuse to travel down to London, and found one by the march called "Admission: Impossible" to do with raising student fee caps so that only wealthy people can get an education (the way it should be), I was travelling down to London for an entirely different cause. My Nana turned 80 on Tuesday, so we commemorated the event with a nice family reunion. Eleven Isaacson's in the same room, the first time in about 12 years. Sitting in a restaurant in the centre of London is odd enough, when you have in the back of your mind "it's nice to be here but let's try and keep the £10 per head still intact", so when the rules are turned on it's head and it's "have what you want, with red & white wine around, blah..." the uncomfortable level is turned UP. At the beginning of the meal my dad spotted Eel on the menu, when I commented "I haven't got that far down yet" it truly set the mood. Except most of my sarcasm was missed by the main guest because she's hard of hearing; not surprising at 79 years 363 days old.

Yesterday was a funny day. It always is when you spend it with 2 2-year-olds & a 7-year-old. Especially when the first thing she says to you is "you're one of my best friends" when you've only met her once before. Anyway, laughs were had all round. I did find the twins funny, they had their own little language to be getting on with which made the majority of their pointing useless. *Point* "ablahblangahree" "I don't know Josh". I was surprised when I proved myself wrong by actually being good with kids, but there you are.

I'm preaching tonight at CU. Scared isn't the word to describe how I'm feeling, but that doesn't mean to say I'm not. A provocative thought I heard last night was "You'll make more friends in two months by being interested in people, than in two years trying to make people interested in you." You can have that one for free.