the buses around The City are a little disrupted), it was a
bittersweet walk really.
Sweet because it is one of my places, one of the places I feel at
peace with me and my place in the world. I just don't have so much
time to amble these days.
Sweet because of the sights and sounds of London on a sunny day -
buskers, performers, gigglers and shouters.
Sweet because of the book stalls, the cafes, the bars and the general
But towards the end I found myself getting bitter, in fact as I sit
on the train typing this I could almost cry.
Suddenly I feel the loss of my freedom.
I had a fleeting thought of stopping for a chilled spritzer.
I shook it off, I'm on way to collect little girl.
But the thought didn't go, I just kept thinking 'why shouldn't I', 'it
wouldn't take long', 'I could couldn't I'?
But I couldn't; if was a daddy I probably would have, but I'm a mummy
and therefore I'm hurrying home.
And now I mourn the loss of all the sunny afterwork drinks.
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