london
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Spin the candy floss of memories from lucreziaborgia Pro 82 days old
London. The train, the places, the colours, the streets, the voices. The memories, the novelty. Two weeks off with the boys. Every day we shall ...
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Lose it. from lucreziaborgia Pro 411 days old
[ ... ] drunk on London's colours, sounds and slate grey buildings sneering at me from their great heights before I had my first gin and tonic. 'I need ...
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Emma's day in London from lucreziaborgia Pro 468 days old
And so, after near-disasters such as not finding a petrol station and almost running out of petrol, dropping the receipt for the car park into the thin ...
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Not sexy enough from lucreziaborgia Pro 477 days old
London it was. I borrowed my son's eyes through which to look at the train journey, and marvel at how many tracks there were, snaking their way under ...
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I don't know what to do from lucreziaborgia Pro 478 days old
[ ... ] and laughter. Wheeled feet or mechanical wheels? London's smog or old engines' fumes? A trip inwards or one outwards? I don't know what to do.
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A rat of passage from lucreziaborgia Pro 488 days old
[ ... ] farmer's wife tutted disapprovingly and told me sternly to place them on the compost heap. 'But we don't have one!' I cried. I missed London.
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To wheel, strongly wheel from lucreziaborgia Pro 489 days old
‘I am driving to London for some shopping on Monday’ - I throw in, casually, just after dinner. A weird noise seems to emanate from the armchair carefully ...
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