These are a few of my favourite things...

Was going to blog about London. About Paul being reminded by our best man to ring me because "she does worry". About Tom having travelled through Aldgate East just 20 minutes before. About the shock of this eventually happening in our home city.
But I'm sick of it. Sick of all the bad stuff. The bad people. So I'm thinking back over the last few days to find the good stuff.

Seeing Marilyn Monroe being driven through Balham in a fiat Punto.
The little Jewish woman talking to me in the bank about how beautiful little children were, and how she misses her own - all grown up.
The year eight boy who, knowing I had friends in London, asked me on Friday morning if they were all alright.
The year seven girls begging me not to have children (even though I'm really getting quite old) until I've stopped being their form tutor.
The class who guessed all the answers to their end of lesson quiz before I'd even asked the questions.
The man who works in Threshers kissing me on the head for forgetting to pick up my shopping in the aftermath of Thursday's news.
An LSA at school reminising about her days as a Bunny girl in the Casinos

So when the bee stings and all that...