The Garden Party

Garden parties do seem all the rage at the moment. Well, for the moment and the last couple of years apparently.

And to celebrate their popularity, as well as the dark and the cold, we held our very own garden party yesterday evening.

Now don't get too worried. Because we are an exceptionally compliant and punctilious group in Greenwich - so much so that we went to great lengths to make sure we didn't breach any rules. So for the avoidance of any doubt:

• Despite his protestations, tennis with Novak was banned at the party
• We strictly enforced the BYOW (bring your own water) rule
• Before attending, everyone was required to Google 'BoJo' to understand what not to do

But where was I? And have you made it this far? If you have, I am sorry for the silliness, especially because I have a wonderful evening of good-deeding to be reporting.

Last night, an intrepid group of familiar faces and new friends (welcome Gabriele and Chris!) travelled from Charlton to Woolwich (sharing stories en route) to visit Glyndon Community Centre. The Centre's become a firm friend of the Greenwich group over the last 6 months and if you do ever pass it, you'll be likely to hear music and see dancing as the local community bustle creatively in its space.

Over 25 minutes, we packed bags of leaves, picked sacks of litter, and trimmed neat streams off of the front hedgerow. Manual work can feel quick and happy when you're with friends, and last night's task felt as super quick as it always does with this group.

A big thank you to everyone who joined and made a difference, as well as a January evening warm and fun, last night.

Nice one.