the london life

Back to flat. Two storeys high in a building of bricks and concrete. It’s lot 3 of 3 housing estates turned into renovated apartments in a pretty west Chiswick end of town. New home, new life. My job is no longer tied to my house. My fridge shelf is stocked with fresh food, my cupboard space filled with items I feel I’ll need, some time or later. I’m five minutes from the Thames where it curls and empties depending on the tide. The Strand on the Green is my walk every second day. I’ve yet to grab a pint from one of the three old-creaking pubs, but then again I’m not really the type…(excerpts from the London Life).ย 

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