Always in London

I just don't know, I am typing so much all evening, why is it that I never type an entry?

I'm sitting at my laptop because I'm using it as it was intended, a mobile computer. Outside, people are having rather vocal fights with lots of swearing, but then it is a Friday evening in central London. They can't be drunk because they are getting into cars and driving away, or at least I hope they're not drunk.

Of course, my laptop has a continental keyboard, something I'm not used to any more, which feels weird. Earlier, in the train wich was hurtling me towards London, I was hit over the head by the realisation that somewhere along the line, when I wasn't looking, when I was doing something else, this place has turned from foreign to home.

Must be the spring.

Never mind the sushi

Or the many other culinary choices London has on offer: Every time I'm here, I wish we had a Pret a Manger in BiSto.