I awoke this morning believing that my knee was once again swollen and painful. Lucid dreaming is a fine skill and one that I believe I have nearly mastered. I dreamt long and hard about how I was unfortunately unable to get up early and run 8 miles. In driving rain.
It took me 15 minutes of being semi-awake to acknowledge that this was not quite true.
This particular run took me on a magical mystery tour of South London - i.e. I got lost. I now know where Camberwell, Dulwich, Brixton and Kennington are, though. And the thing that suprised me most? The architecture, be it lurking behind boxy council estates, proudly looking down from above a yellowy-browning Wimpy sign or just looking vaguely suprised by the fact that its not in chelsea.
Were I bolder and richer, I would put an offer in now for a flat in one of the beautiful georgian townhouses in Camberwell or Peckham - sound of ceiling but lacking in location.
But sadly I'm neither particularly bold nor particularly rich. I'll certainly keep my eyes peeled though - by March, if anyone requires advice on the South London house market, I will be your man.
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4 comments:
ou est le widget? g'luck noviblog.
Go Scratch."Hall for Head!"St.Ed.
Widget must have scratched.knowall.
Wotsa Widget anyway-do we care about Widgets?Knees and SKIRTS are more important.Curious.
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