Suddenly I have an overwhelming desire to visit London, and a (slightly saddening) nostalgia for visits gone by.

Memories are flashing into my mind of what was and what could have been. I don't know if it's the current Covid climate making a 'normal' life feel a million miles away, or a sense that I missed out on a life that could have been, or because I feel like I wasted the last three years of my life and have been busy doing nothing in particular.

Either way, as soon as this whole shit show we call 2020 is over, I'm booking a long weekend in the capital - along with a week somewhere sunny with beautiful views, good food and wine - because life's too short for shoulda-woulda-coulda's (and shit shows)!