Reasons I Love London, Part 327
I may sometimes take London for granted. I may often complain about the people, the traffic, the transport, etc. But every now and again, something happens that makes me realise I couldn't live anywhere else - well, not for a few years anyway.
Last night I got home at around 10.30pm. I was hungry. Due to travelling and Mrs L being under the weather, we hadn't been as organised as usual so the fridge was bare. But hey, this is London. That's why, 20 minutes later - including walking, shopping and cooking - the fridge contained assorted goodies and I was tucking into Turkish sausage, halloumi cheese, fresh rocket, tomato, spring onion and cucumber. Nice one London. Very nice indeed.