Sixteen

We have this mentoring thing at church. Another great initiative of the wonderful Justin and Valerie who've nurtured this tiny group if young people so beautifully whilst they've been here. Valerie asked then all to find an adult in the congregation who they might ask to mentor them. I was honoured to be asked the sweet and sassy and spiritually alive but sometimes silent M. But I've been a bit rubbish at organising meeting up together. 

So it felt good to be able to arrange to go to see Open Bethlehem at Hackney Picture House together. I've seen it before (and I'm, ahem, in it. Briefly) but M's parents are keen for their girls to be wide awake to this issue and so it was an ideal date. Only poor love was ill and couldn't come and I could only 'enjoy' it with my own daughter and her mentor and M's mum and little sister! 

Good job I'd been free to escort her at the last moment to her piano exam earlier in the day! At Homerton station I saw this other little crafty offering for Gaza. Craftivist Collective mebbe?? 

Anyway. Love Gaza. Open Bethlehem. Who could argue to do anything but? 

Nearly wreaked N's evening by being late home as I forgot he was planning to go out too. Blimey. February and March have been insanely busy. Not sure that's a good thing in Lent.