It’s March 15th as I write this and I now have very little clue as to what the hell I was going to say about ‘the one after London’. Probably something about how happy I was to be home, despite London being a wonderful, friendly place where people smile at each other all day on the tube and never look stressed and where all of the potentially lung-strangling smog gets sucked away and disposed of as if by magic so that you feel like you’re walking around all day in a flowery meadow bursting with pushing daisies and dancing unicorns. Yes, I’m pretty sure it was something like that…
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