I'm here. In the land of Arthur Conan Doyle, Enid Blyton, and Agatha Christie. Not to mention J K R.
It was dark when I landed y'day at Heathrow. My friends whisked me off to Kingsbury in a radio taxi and I didn't get to see much, but today morning when I looked out of my window, I was blown away by the view. Acres of park, bordered by picture-perfect victorian cottages. School children in uniform and insanely-fit joggers with their dogs. The world was clad in winter fashion, tight clothes and high boots, somehow more striking and chic than the little black dress.
So, what's the snake in paradise?
Minus 5 degrees, that's what.
Brrrr.
It was dark when I landed y'day at Heathrow. My friends whisked me off to Kingsbury in a radio taxi and I didn't get to see much, but today morning when I looked out of my window, I was blown away by the view. Acres of park, bordered by picture-perfect victorian cottages. School children in uniform and insanely-fit joggers with their dogs. The world was clad in winter fashion, tight clothes and high boots, somehow more striking and chic than the little black dress.
So, what's the snake in paradise?
Minus 5 degrees, that's what.
Brrrr.
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