It’s stinky sweaty hot in London right now
and its been this way for several weeks. Frankly, if it carries on any longer
we might actually have to start calling it a summer. But let’s not get ahead of
ourselves.
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| Only in London could pubs and flower baskets seem such natural companions |
It’s been a strange, busy, exhausting
couple of weeks – the heat not helped by the cold I seem to be coming down with
– or the fact that Lovely Boy and I have finally called time on London, having
made the humongous decision to go back to Sydney at the end of October. I
sobbed telling work, absolutely well and truly lost my shit about it. There was
not a single toy left in the pram because I love the people I work with and I
love my job (case in point: they were amazing and supportive and inspired and
wonderful.)
