Mela

Very lonely Sunday.
No work, no friends, no volunteering just me and my thoughts ... spent the morning sorting stuff out in the flat. I met Lois and some of her friends at the Mela festival in Kelvingrove park but I didn't enjoy it much - it was bitterly cold with an icy wind, I felt left out as I was the youngest in a group of people who all knew each other, and I think some of the magic of an Indian festival disappears after seeing some of the amazing things that I did in my travels of the real India...
Three people viewed the flat this afternoon, can't say I'm too sure about any of them - it's such a stressful descision to make, who to live with for a year!