Day 465-467 Gangsters and Molls

The craze of dancing around at a private party until 2am near Tower of London to Born Free whilst getting to know the sweet entourage of a man of great heart for philanthropy towards those who are lost in the mix of howling environmental catastrophes due to development and climate change, brought back memories of old times at the beginning of an era. We swung and boogied through the night dressed as Gangsters and Molls from the 1940s. We did not sweep the floor with our hair and got tired a lot earlier, than in those days, but the giggles and jokes were the same. The beauty of long friendships is the ability to witness changes in body and soul, whilst treasuring the lacks and boosts of the character. I’ve known Aniko since we got to England 12 years ago. And once we got home sipped the heavenly green tea from Paradise Farm, Sri Lanka (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZBjRgGK-3A).