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back to the ‘burgh…
And with the turn of the decade it’s been a busy few weeks and not just in London, where an accommodation blip screwed things up not entirely but fairly comprehensively at least for the first couple of days (although it did give me chance to get over to the Prince Charles for a preview of the exhausting but wholly terrific…
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a cooling off period…
Well the weekend would have been more wonderful without the endless flipping between air conditioning so brutal that Pingu would have felt at home, and the thirty two degrees outside in the square (where I eventually threw in the towel on the Sunday afternoon and fell asleep in a deckchair under a tree, missing the post-lunch film altogether) and –…
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from the sea to the smoke (and not before time…)
After a full six weeks of peace and tranquillity, or as near as it ever gets for the gainfully self employed, it’s almost time to get packed and set off for Angel at the weekend – yay! The weather forecast has been checked and proved inconclusive, therefore the timeless British tradition of just bringing everything potentially useful (sunglasses, flipflops, Factor…