There are days when I hate London. When the rain comes down, the train’s overcrowded, you get abuse from the train staff and an endless litany of traffic attempts to revoke your oxygen privileges. You know: days like that.

Then there are the days like today: an easily obtained seat, enough energy to read my book all the way into Charing Cross, a brilliant sun and azure sky as I walk through an empty Covent Garden to work. And the guy holding the lead to a Llama whilst attempting to feed the parking meter with coins.

No, I don’t know how much it costs to park a Llama either.

Still, I was smiling about it all day and my only regret is the absence of a camera.

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