Day 450: Om on all fours

This is unequivocally real grass

Endless children crawling on fake grass outside Brighton Library; the lady who did my membership threatening to charge me a pound for a replacement card because I lived in Brighton thirteen years ago and was a member at that time, and then 'waiving' that theoretical charge. 

Thank you to Leone, aged 3, for showing me around the Brighton Buddhist Centre. Her innocent presence and helpfulness was very welcoming. The older Buddhists there weren't a patch on her on that front. They gave me leaflets. She gave me everything she had. I felt overwhelmed with emotion in there, for no good reason. Her littleness and sweet openness really helped distract me from that, thus saving face, if that's a good thing. She was very engaging, and I loved how she whispered so gently downstairs where she'd been told someone was meditating, bellowed upstairs where that wasn't the case and was so proud that her daddy taught tai chi.

Om?

Thanks to UKDapper, headphone people. We arranged a plan to pay them for the wrongly complained-about headphones I bought from them. I would order another pair online, then email them to say I'd done this. They would take payment, but not send them, and then we'd be quits (they sent me a replacement pair when the problem was a tiny foreign body in my mac's earphone port, not their earphones). When someone cancelled the order outright, unaware of the deal, I received an email saying not to bother, and thank you for my patience - I could keep the extra pair. Very nice of them. On an hourly rate, it probably will cost them more to sort this out than it will to leave it. I'm grateful.

More dancing toddlers. I suspect that nothing short of bedtime will put a stop to this.