Oh London, my London

We’ve just got back from four days visiting London and the Olypmic games.  I had my misgivings about going.  I had dreadful thoughts of over-crowded trains, losing a child or just getting the buggy stuck at the top of an escalator.  Thankfully, my expectations were utterly confounded.  None of the transport we used was over-crowded.  We caught up with friends, went to the Olympics and discovered how child-friendly London can be.

It was like meeting up with an old friend and catching up from where we left off.  Sure, some things were different: we now have two children and she had definitely smartened up a bit (wider pavements, more lifts, cleaner stations). It was a great reminder that my former life and my present life are not so far apart as sometimes I imagine.

Still my London?  Well not strictly speaking, but it does belong to us all, doesn’t it, this capital city?  Yes, my London, and just as lovely.

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I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend.

One thought on “Oh London, my London”

  1. it is always everyone’s london! sorry to have missed you. glad she was so welcoming, this crazy busy wonderful city of (y)ours.

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