This is my London.

Living where I am makes the truckload of readings that never end and the impending essays that will work like a hangman’s noose around my neck so much more bearable.

I like that I can stretch my legs anywhere along the South Bank and catch the last bit of autumn sun, and that it’s never too late for a run at night, making my way from the fancy electric blue lights at the London Eye to the equally kitschy OXO building.

This is my London.
So far I’d say we get along pretty well.