I LOVE LONDON

Monday 22 January 2007

I'm starting to wonder why I didn't move to London much sooner in life (of course there are reasons such as boyfriends at the time etc etc etc). I'm constantly amazed at how much there is to do.

I had an awfully civilised weekend. I went to Little Venice in North London on a walking tour. The place is beautiful and swarming with the rich and famous. I've found a lovely bar which I want to go back to one Sunday early afternoon and sup coffee with a dashing young man. We'll skate over the issue of me not actually having a dashing young man and that I don't actually go for young men either. So in actual fact I'd love to go back there on a Sunday afternoon and sup coffee with a dashing, distinguished man, who would be wearing designer jeans, a cream cosy high neck jumper, a very trendy brown leather jacket and be about 6.2", dark brown hair, heart melting smile, well spoken, brown sparkling eyes and big manly hands. We'd talk about literature and he'd tell me about his gap year in Africa when he was 23 and laugh about the weekend we spent in Shropshire....

I love tours as I learn little snippets of information that I get excited about, like anecdotes and random facts. We saw the houseboat that Richard Branson started Virgin music in and learnt a bit of canal history and where the company Apple came up with their name and logo.

On Sunday I went for an early morning horse ride in Hyde Park. I'd like to go horse riding with with a dashing, distinguished man, who would be wearing designer cargo trousers (jeans would chaffe and I wouldn't want him sore for the wrong reasons), a cream cosy high neck jumper, a very trendy brown leather jacket and be about 6.2", dark brown hair, heart melting smile, well spoken, brown sparkling eyes and big manly hands. We'd talk about literature and he'd tell me about his time in a boarding school in the country and laugh about the weekend we spent in the Highlands....