The
special needs group in the building across from mine and their whole-hearted
Karaoke singing every Saturday.
Being able
to get lovely dinners and desserts at Marks and Spencer’s.
The guy
who was always blasting Status Quo as he drove around town in a little blue
car.
The daily market selling everything from fresh fruit to antique jewellery.
Feeling
like a true Londoner every time I took the Tube and ended up where I wanted to
be.
My cute
little British students with their polite manners and smart uniforms.
Street
musicians of all varieties that made the shopping street feel like a party.
Hearing a
variety of British accents everyday and loving each one.
Walking
past beautiful historic buildings on cobbled streets every day.
That one
particular street musician who, without meaning to, made every song sound like
a threat. (I’ll never listen to Dreadlock Holiday the same way again. “You
better run! You better take cover!”)
Being able
to take the train and watch the countryside roll on by.
Going to
the Theatre and visiting Museums regularly.
Walking
through the streets of London.
