London is stunning. You think out loud while looking at it from above. And you realise that sometimes it's good to give yourself time to admire the object of your love. Take some time, take some distance and observe it. And remember why you're here. In a garden. On the 38th floor of a building. In the green. On cloud nine. At the Skygarden. Where all the tours for someone who wants to discover (and love) London should begin.
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Like Drink, Shop, Do which becomes Drink, Do, Dance in the evenings. And so we did. We drank, did and danced. And we chatted, laughed and enjoyed it. With 3 friends, over white wine and platters of nibbles. In that quirky shop/bar/disco where I read this line that I carry with me since: "when you dance I fall in love all over again"...
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There is no such thing as post-holiday blues. Not when you meet your girlfriends after 3 weeks, in a garden, while the sun is setting, with 2 bottles of wine and loads of nibbles. When you talk stories and news and boys and thoughts. And when this garden is The Engineer and what's ahead is spring and sun and the best to come.
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