London in the summer and everyone looks good. Boys on bikes, strappy sandals, street parties. Vintage dress stores crammed full of wonder and people keeling over under the weight of Primark bags. Newspapers flapping to quell the heat of the tube. Holding two pints of beer, dripping with condensation, and watching London Pride celebrations. Dancing to incessant samba. Cooling down with cups of homemade lemonade with mint, rosé and a splash of Pimms. Good friends, new friends, adventures. I love this city.
PS. Best of luck to my amazing friends/hot babes Lissa & Mikey & Felicity who are all moving to London. RIGHT NOW. I’m simultaneously jealous & misty-eyed…
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I’m glad you had such a good time, your whole trip sounds amazing (aside from the luggage drama)! London is a cruel mistress, can’t live with her yet find it increasingly hard to live without her.
The only bad thing about such a good trip? Coming home to ‘polar blasts’! I’m really keen to move to London… little bit nervous though because it’d be a huge thing to do on my lonesome.
You wouldn’t be “on your lonesome” silly :p you have you hot babe friends, hehe.
Do it
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