When someone tells you to go straight the road and you'll see sign Nursery School and you go straight and end up somewhere in the middle of nowhere, then you have reason to be upset. When your aunt tells it was your fault, then you have reason to be upset. And then, when you finally find it, children look at your face like you were something fabulous and you eat chocolate and drink still water from pink cup.

Sitting in the garden, breathing the smoke from Viki's cigarette, you realise the only outlet is to go for coffee and talk, talk, talk and maybe it's not just about talking, because when you listen to Vishaka, you start to think that maybe not all of the people are bitches. Maybe nobody is a bitch and it's just me. And I spoke about teasing and ignorant people and do you now how we got here? Of course, we discussed men firstly.

When you decide on going to trip and your friend cancell it and when they do it fourth time, then you are upset. So I changed my plans for weekend into bouncing in the rain with iced latte and filling up postcards with special picture add - oh how I love myself when doing this.

On sunday I woke up early and spent quite a long time searching for Banksy's drawings and I found something, which probably could be Bansky's picture, but I'm not sure. One nation under CCTV would be a great poster anyways.

It took me a while to get used to that feeling when your mouth is faster than your brain and then you think just "Oh, did I really say it?", which happens to me all the time here in London.

After midday I met auntie and Viki again in Camden town. Although I didn't like the "Your struggle even hasn't started already", which I disagreed with, I liked that part "Stop pulling me". Mutual poking, international farewell and listening to Killers.