When they kick at your front door/How you gonna come?

Really, Brixton is one of those rapidly-gentrifying communities. Still elements of danger (drug pushers, had bottle waved over my head) but not really. Our apartment has an absurd metal gate, like a fort portcullis.

Other news, I failed in my first attempt at getting a Nigerian visa. Not due to the fact that it was an organizational shambles (it was), not because there was only one ticket window open (there was), nor because the line was an hour long (it was). I simply forgot to bring my passport…Yeah.

I also got in to see PMQs live two days ago. Randomly got a spare ticket to the show yesterday (quite hard to get – have been trying for past month), then at 11:45 today realized that I had lost it or forgotten it somewhere. Furious/panicked, and somehow my ineptitude was salvaged because I (incredibly) stumbled upon another person who had a spare ticket. So, scatterbrained lack of planning lucks out again. Will actually describe the experience when I have time tomorrow…