Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The London I knew in 2002 is nowhere to be seen - it only took me six years to reach some sort of peace with what happened. Five months here in the summer of 2002, four of which were lovely. And the end of everything, so horrible at the time, is so very insignificant now in the grand scheme of things.

Have seen lots of stuff I always mean to see whilst I am here and seemingly never get round to: Tower, National Portrait Gallery. Spent some quality time with the Rox, and darling Vic whom I had not seen in so long but it seemed like no time had passed at all. Bit of indulgent shopping at Topshop and H&M, all for essentials as cannot be going back to Oz looking scruffy. Getting everything back there might be another matter.