An update on work + play in London.
It was this little realisation, made at freezing cold Paddington station as Sunday’s sun gave up on its feeble attempt to warm the day, that threatened to evoke my first panic attack. And it’s the equally little things that are helping to settle my jiggling ‘what have I done’ anxiety.
And I am a freaking typical Libran.
Ferris Bueller gives some good advice.
I think I just made a deal with the devil.
Date: 9 October Location: the glamorous No. 48 tram. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. Sweaty palms. Burning ears. This is literally the only thought my mind is […]