We are all quite devastated to be back to the pollution cauldron.
The boys have been sleeping beautifully (Seth even slept through on the last night of the holiday)- last night they were both up every other hour and fully awake by 6am.
They were going to bed to the cacophony of seagulls settling- now its back to car alarms, sirens and techno.
The holiday was too short, too fraught, and too much fun.
I hate London.
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YOU think you hate London now but you don't really. Wait until your snot is black with exhaust particulates again. Wait until some lunatic has stolen your parking space whilst giving you a two-fingered salute. Wait until you have had to leap out of the way as an arse on a bike cycles down the pavement. THEN you'll hate London. Right now you are too full of the residual glow of theholiday to really do the job properly.
oh, Moobs. You know how to cheer a girl up!
Born and raised in London, lived in the country, then Richmond, then the US for 23 years, back to London, I hate London too and don't miss one little bit! Now I live in a little village in Suffolk. Life is indeed good.
Really enjoy reading your blog.
Ooooh, a village is Suffolk sounds idyllic. Thanks Vanda
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