Last Sunday we packed a suitcase, hopped in the car and crossed the bridge; our first trip back to the bright lights of London since we left it behind six weeks ago. We spent the last few days of 2015 catching up with family and friends in our old home 🙂
Even though it was a huge relief to be able to leave London, I just can’t bring myself to completely hate it. London is busy and brutal, the trains and tubes are an expensive mess and when I accidently filled the kettle straight from the tap like a total noob I was reminded of how rank the water is; my cup of tea shed scales (bleugh!!!). And yet, I can’t completely hate it! As soon as I see the old smog-stained bricks and sash windows wedged between the rising steel and glass of the city, I’m done for.
London’s like that one friend/ex who treated you horribly, but was so much fun to be around and made you feel so incredible that you’re willing to completely forget how terrible they were at times just to relive some of those amazing moments… for a few days; any longer than that and you’ll start remembering how they frustrate the hell out of you!