It’s a funny thing that just as we plan to pack up and leave to find home in the manner of ET, home (ie. South East London) starts to look more appealing. I know that’s an oxymoronic statement – south, east and London usually only combine in sentences that start with burglary, car theft hot …
I am in Waitrose and I am about to cry. It isn’t because of the prices, nor because of the semi-religious experience that shopping in those wide, airy aisles inspires in me, nor because Lula now strapped firmly into her buggy after hightailing it around the store, is screaming ‘But I WANT a croissant!’ over …
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