Frizzworld

I’m feeling rather proud. I managed to complete my first march… from beginning to end in the actual crowd, not off on the sidelines somewhere, leaving before the end, or only arriving after it’s finished – all things I’ve done in the past. I have a problem with marches they make me feel uncomfortable, I think it was passed down to me through my mothers milk. So true to form when the march started I had this almost overwhelming sensation to ‘get the hell out of there’, but as I said I stood my ground, it helped that the atmosphere couldn’t have been more friendly. Hearing the first car that slowed down to honk in support had a real feel good factor feeling – as did the woman watching us go by clapping. What was sad though was the poultry paltry numbers that turned up, we certainly weren’t a million women rising, we weren’t even close to the expected twenty thousand.

As a side point it was great to be able to walk along Park Lane and Piccadilly in the road – much better to see all those incredible buildings. And the best was Hyde Park Corner.