Phew! What a couple of weeks it has been. World leaders have a habit of stirring up a lot of commotion whenever they get together, and last week was no exception. Rallies, protests, frantic blogging and a transport nightmare all made last week very interesting. I unintentionally encountered the protests on Wednesday evening, when I was trying to make my way home by bus via Liverpool Street.
I’ve been learning a few things over my weekends lately. Like just because it looks sunny don’t rejoice too early and get out your flimsy summer dress. And that there are actually no loos on the top of Snowdon (good tip that, when you’re in for a 5 hour trek). And that one of the best ways you can spend a Saturday morning is not, contrary to popular belief, by molding yourself seamlessly to the sofa to watch some culinary masters conversing. But it may well be more satisfying to take a stroll through London with 34,999 of your fellow like-minded beings.
Well, I’m broke anyway. And speaking to my friends at the weekend, we’re all in the same boat.
I sulked for a little while, looked for things I could sell on eBay (turned out to be not much!) and then, finally, I pulled myself together. I’m actually one of the luckiest people on earth.
The count down is on till G20, a day when a group of twenty finance ministers and central bank governors will come togeather to discuss the state of the economy. How we make a global prosperous future, and turn around the current economic downturn will no doubt be at the top of the meeting agenda.