My occasionally weird life here
I needed a break — from the countryside, from the reality series that is my life, from all of it, so here I am in London. I’m still getting used to the idea that London is a short distance from where I live; I’m used to it being half a world away.
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We are considerably north of London, but our French house and life here seems like being on another planet entirely .
Enjoy your break ( and you are right about letting agents)
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Love the picture…
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Seriously, Roger? With that wacko filter? Thank you.
London is changing, not in ways that I like. How many tall buildings, how many people, do they think they can cram in before the city just sinks under its own weight?
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Enjoy your time in London. I never get tired of it, despite being born there and living not far away. Soak it all up and then please post more pics of your gorgeous French house
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Thanks. I love the culture, no question, but the more time I spend in the countryside, the less I like big cities. I never would have expected myself to change in that way. Anyway, yes, we are coming to the “after” portion of all this, or at least the “all I can do until I find more money” portion. When the furniture starts going in I can see how well I documented the “before.” I’ll show you both.
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