So summer is nearly over, what summer there was, which wasn’t much. But that’s what being British is all about. And living in hot countries ain’t all it’s cracked up to be and I should know as I’ve lived in more than my fair share. 389 more words
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In my tour of my previous homes in London last year, I left one out: the first. The student house in Bloomsbury where I passed the first six months of what I had no inkling at the time would turn out to be a sojourn in London that, although somewhat broken up by moves to France and the States, has now passed the ten-year mark. 2,812 more words
What class do you think you belong in? I’ve never been sure about myself.
My parents came from shopkeepers and manual workers. When I was a kid we ate broken biscuits and chocolate mishaps… 733 more words