London, you should try wearing beautiful days more often, because you’re absolutely gorgeous in them.
Friday girly lunch on warm grass in Gordon Square with Esther and Sabrina. Flowers and happy people outside Finnegan’s Wake pub as I walked down Goodge Street to the charity shops. Sun streaming through skylights in the chapel at home. Pavement benches outside the Marlborough Arms at night, cool air, lazy conversation, Smirnoff Ice(s).
Saturday lolling under the UCL dome, reading Company Law for as long as I could stand, and then Love In The Time Of Cholera the rest of the time. The Cruciform Building turrets ruddy and triumphal against the sky. Dinner with four Italians and a Scot on a street table on Charlotte Street, inhaling foccacia.