Since I’ve moved to London, my list of ‘things to get round to’ keeps growing longer and longer. Along with the things to do, places to see, food to eat, I’m embarrassed to confess that laundry is frequently on the list… But thank goodness for my little shopping addiction and well stocked wardrobe eh? This hyperactive city coupled with my short attention span means that while I intend on doing one thing, I often end up doing another.
Just when I think I’m finally getting round to trying out that steamed bun place with the horrendous queues, I end up taking us to this other place that’s been making me salivate at the sight of my Instagram feed all week. There are the friends from uni I’ve been meaning to catch up with since they or I moved here, and now I’m getting an invite to their leaving party. Even then, I can’t go. I’ve got those books stockpiled on my kindle, those pop-ups I bookmark in every week’s Time Out, and all that theatre I keep reminding myself to get tickets for.
