Well, visiting Michael in Acton turned out to be a different affair altogether. I arrived to a very well presented meal, which was being put together for a Colombian lady, Alex. Eight of us had dinner, and chatted, mostly about gout, and partially about rugby. We managed to avoid accidents with the red hot oil in the middle of the table too. After dinner, Michael and I played a few tunes, the Colombian chap (whose name has already slipped my mind) played a few Latin guitar tunes, and I joined in here and there on bass, and there was lots of dancing. A few other folks from the Antioch community dropped by too.
There's something nice about the sense of community there. It's one of the things I miss most about Newman House, and about Christianity generally. There was real love for Alex and for each other in that room, and that's something it can be difficult to find, especially in a big city. It was a perfect end to a lovely weekend.
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