Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow – you’ll remember this from Harry Potter – the Sorcerer’s Stone. I’ve started my annual Harry Potter marathon. I can’t get it out of my head now. I miss London you guys. I try to go to London at least once a year and I always find that there’s something new to discover. This year, I decided to spend more time off the shopping streets and went straight into boroughs of the city. I’ll never grow tired of London. If I don’t show up at work anymore and you find my house completely vacated, chances are I’ve packed my bags and I’ve jumped ship, across the other side of the ocean, where I’ll live on incognito. I’ll take up a British name like Amy, Clara or Rose, which, I know, just so happen to be names of former Doctor companions. I’ll go strolling along the Thames every day, sipping champagne from a straw out of the bottle. Occasionally I’ll have a pint in one of them pubs and look disgusted drinking it but I’ll keep on drinking as the British do. I’ll trade my American accent for a posh British one (bit rainy out he-ahhh). I’ll also call up the Queen and inform her that I might be able to see her on Thursday. And when I step into a pool of water on the street, I’ll yell out ‘bloody ‘ell’.
One day, my friends, one day.
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