|Me and Nu ( me with my big head)|
Cities in general, always look at their best at Christmas.
I think it's the combination of dark skies and coloured lights that tips the balance
London was full of good cheer today, it had shed some of its antisocial bad boy image.
I am typing this on the virgin train home.
A group of Samaritan volunteers at Euson Station were singing carols amid the crowds, and although the was a sense of " I've got to get home" urgency hanging in the air.... I and many other commuters seemed rather moved by the spectacle of it all.
I have had a lovely .24 hours in the capital. Swan lake at Saddlers Wells, cocktails and a meal out overlooking London Bridge and the twinkly Thames and a catch up with an old friend.
What could be better?
Like I said London was on good form...as was Nu.
I slipped all of my loose change into the samaritan's collection bucket before I legged it to my train.
" have a lovely Christmas" the volunteer called out
And do you know what?
she really sounded as if she meant it ...............
|Nu and the city|