Weekends in London
Happy Monday everyone!
A weekend in London can fly by. Or it can drag out painfully.
I've had my fair shares of short and long weekends and, generally, the worst the weekend, the longer it's gonna be. This one flied by (don't ask me what happened on Saturday because I'll be clueless without my search history and a time machine). I don't really go out much on the weekends anymore.
There are a number of reasons for this:
- I'm broke
- I'm not broke, but there's nothing to do
- It's raining
- My bed is holding me hostage
- My kitten is holding me hostage
Personally, I do feel like I'm missing out a bit, but, unless there's something I really want to do, I can generally be found at home during the weekend.
On the odd occasion, I go out with my stepfather up to Romford to watch a movie and then, down to Central (London). We go round Covent Garden and Trafalgar Square and just see what people are up to. Londoners, tourists, the odd day tripper or two. People arguing, laughing, partying. It's very interesting. That's just Fridays and Saturdays though. No one really bothers to go out on a Sunday (unless it's to their place of worship or to visit relatives). The city's quiet; it's different.
Thank you for reading and have a fantastic first week of February.
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