The Quick Brown Fox Does Not Jump Over the Lazy Dog. It Rests on the Fence.

I woke up on Thursday night at awful howls coming from our back garden (odd, there aren’t any stray dogs in London), but fell asleep shortly after. When I woke up in the morning, it surprised me the howls were still there – occasionally (that must be an animal or something, it’s been there forContinue reading “The Quick Brown Fox Does Not Jump Over the Lazy Dog. It Rests on the Fence.”

Someone’s Been Here Before.

South Kensington and its red-bricked houses are my favourite promenade on a weekend afternoon in London. They have small surprises for the wondering passer-by, the blue plaques indicating their previous inhabitants of the houses that I find most fascinating. I’d perhaps like to interview or at least meet the people who now live in theContinue reading “Someone’s Been Here Before.”