tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post3558783823294560227..comments2023-10-22T20:57:20.675+08:00Comments on Fragments: London kills meLottiePhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15464376197679468718noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-38631394729740709372007-06-18T19:28:00.000+08:002007-06-18T19:28:00.000+08:00It was great having my sister back, even if it was...It was great having my sister back, even if it was just a flying (almost literally) visit. The Peas were at their dad's that night, so we cracked open a bottle of champagne left over from my 40th, and watched the first episode of the new series of My Name is Earl. Who needs London?Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11787214538691588685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14447458.post-48078906950808611192007-06-18T07:14:00.000+08:002007-06-18T07:14:00.000+08:00Hei Lottie - it sounds like you had a pretty good ...Hei Lottie - it sounds like you had a pretty good time (second time today, twentieth this month, that I tried to make that a "god" time, is someone upstairs trying to tell me something?), which is nice. Surprising your nephews and family must have been particularly delicious. <BR/><BR/>I lived a very different sort of life when I lived in London, but I recognise your sentiment of <EM>"missed opportunities and...life taking place elsewhere, beyond reach"</EM>. Weirdest thing, that - I could never really explain to myself why London brings that feeling on. Maybe just by its sheer size? I used to look at the people on the escalators to and from the tube and think, god almighty, they have <EM>all</EM> got lives that they are living as I live mine, how can there possibly be room for that many lives, here or anywhere.Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.com