A Few Hours In London

...and jesus it was great.

The Tube; the overcrowded, overly hot Tube; the station names; "Mind The Gap"; mini cabs; the feeling of summer in the air; friendly people in shops and stations; a crayfish and rocket sandwich at my beloved Pret.

I met R at the same place I met her last time, and she took me to to the funky meatpacking district for brunch (past St Johns, one day...). Over fried eggs, cigarettes and coffee, we had a great girltalk in a gorgeous warehouse cafe and the anxieties of the past few weeks melted away. I know there are people more deserving of a holiday than me, and this weighed me down, but now Im here, Im just so happy.

I shopped up a storm in record time over at Oxford Circus. TopShop, which just bewildered me before, was a treasure trove of pure delight. While everything I was gaga over was sold out in my size, I picked up a gorgeous black shift dress and two pairs of earrings, then next door a red PVC belt, and lots and lots of goodies at Boots. Boots! Then back to Heathrow...