Some times, living in London makes me feel like this...
And other times, fortunately most of the time, like this...
But still, I don't half get homesick.
Discover my Cosy Crimes & Historical Sagas
Discover my Cosy Crimes & Historical Sagas
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
London x 8
It's eight years this weekend since I left the warmth of the north for the smug of the south to come and live in London with my lovely man. And although I make the most of living in the capital, the bright lights mask the fact the streets are not paved with gold but with pigeon poo and disappointed dreams. Or is that disappointed pigeons and poo dreams? Either way, you know what I mean.
Some times, living in London makes me feel like this...
But still, I don't half get homesick.
Some times, living in London makes me feel like this...
But still, I don't half get homesick.
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6 comments:
Having spent a large chunk of my life growing up in York, I feel the same way as you chuck!!
However, here's to eight years of Nora-dom in London - you've made it!! Bravo!!
Congrats Nora - the first 8 years anywhere are the hardest.
Seems to me you've certainly put that time to good use! Cheers.
I've always used to fancy living in London. But I don't even make the most of Manchester.
I used to feel that way - now I suffer in reverse.
Tell about it! Those 'lovely' men have a lot to answer for, I'm half a planet away ;(
I think it's the first 18 that are the hardest ;)
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