Dragged the family out for a wander around the vicinity of Brick Lane.
The boys weren't that enthusiastic but I promised them some kind of adventure.
The usual parental instruction to 'stay close' and 'hold my hand' was loaded with the added tale that these streets were known to consume people, that you could stop to tie your laces, your friend would wander into one of these lanes and alleys never to be seen again.
'They're devoured by the city itself', I said
'That's just nonsense', the eldest retorted
'Yeah, just stupid', added the little one.
Heidi and the boys admired this mural and concluded that it would have been better if Bob had done it.
We had the walls to ourselves.
There was a big bonfire out the back of Christ Church Spitalfields sending great plumes of smoke over the rooftops.
We grab bagels in Brick Lane then walk down Bethnal Green Road under a full moon to the tube station.