a postcard from...
Greetings to my few and friendly from Manhattan. While the weather in London has been a bit better than here (it happens), things look set to go all crisp and dry, which will be great for exploring on foot - scarves and beanies at the ready.
It's early yet, but the boy has been fidgeting since 5am, so we're up and readying to leave. A lazy day of window shopping, being seen by a few landmarks, and brunch with a dear but not-oft seen friend and comrade, Spartacus, and possibly another special chappie just arrived from Chicago.
This is almost as good as sitting in my office in London doing government administration. But obviously not quite.
In the words of the poet: fuckin'ell, a post!
My envy knows no bounds; bring back something delicious...
what? what?? can this be true???
:o)
"My taste includes both snails and oysters."
You're in the US? If I find out you stopped off on the west coast to visit your sister without calling me... I'll... I'll... just cry.
Well, you've changed the template, so I'm assuming that means you're still alive, yes? :)
I love offices in London!!! I love London!! xx