Small World
Sep. 1st, 2008 04:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningThere was something about my Monday in London that I forget to mention; I suppose it was the start of what in some respects was a strange, busy day.
I was sitting in Pret a Manger around the corner from my hotel, eating a croissant and sipping a strong cappuccino whilst reading the paper, when a loud voice said, “Hello, what are you doing here?”
It was one of my cousins. I last saw about six years ago in Wiltshire.
I knew I would be seeing her later that evening, but I hadn’t expected to share breakfast with her.
Sometimes London seems a very small place.
I was sitting in Pret a Manger around the corner from my hotel, eating a croissant and sipping a strong cappuccino whilst reading the paper, when a loud voice said, “Hello, what are you doing here?”
It was one of my cousins. I last saw about six years ago in Wiltshire.
I knew I would be seeing her later that evening, but I hadn’t expected to share breakfast with her.
Sometimes London seems a very small place.