Diary

Today, London wears its classic mood. The sun has gone albeit a tearful encounter with frost and cloud. It's a rainy day, cold and grey. As usual, I am accustomed to the frequent sound of police sirens. A city painted from a palette which forgot its colours. And yet London stays endearing all the same. I'm feeling lulled and drowsy and may spend the day indoors with the telly, my books and magazines. I've been out and about every single day.