Yesterday, I walked through a pile of leaves. Brown ones. You know – like the ones you see in autumn, not summer. Except, of course, if you’re in London in August. Thankfully, there’s going to be a couple of sunshiney scorchers this week. So, if you need me, I’ll be in the park with a picnic rug and a bottle of Prosecco lapping it up. But I digress. Here’s what I’ve been up to this past week: Eating. Drinking. Socialising. That’s London summer for you….
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