Covent Garden is a busy place.
A cab pulled up by the kerb ahead of me (nothing unusual) but, unusually, the right door flung open and a well-dressed lady and a kid stepped out on the carriageway. 77 more words
I’m not sure Jen and I live in London anymore. We have a telephone number that begins “020”, but I spotted a temporary sign near our flat which warned that a leafy road was “closed for toad migration”. 405 more words