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I love London. I don't know if it's in my genes to love it so, or if it's just one of those things. All my grandparents and most of my great-grandparents are London born and bred. Various lopsided branches can claim London as their home of choice for a few hundred years. If I had a Bucket List one of the things listed would be to spend an entire day just travelling on the tube. For somebody who likes people-watching, it's the perfect activity, full as it is with tourists from all four corners of the world, commuters, eccentric city-dwellers, dating couples, harassed parents and screaming toddlers. I couldn't live there, not in the busy-ness of the city centre, but a quiet street in the suburbs, a short walk from the nearest tube station and only a twenty-five minute journey into London's West End, would be perfect. If I were a millionaire. My enjoyment of London reveals a flaw in my introversion. I don't like the hustle and bustle of crowds, nor do I enjoy the noise of busy places. But I can cope with London. I'm anonymous, an easily forgotten face in the crowd listening in to other people's conversations. So, we went to London at the weekend, to a comedy show in Shaftsbury Avenue, deep in the heart of Theatre Land. Happy hour cocktails and lots of laughter followed by a slow walk back to the tube, taking in the sights and sounds of Leicester Square and Chinatown. There's an M&Ms World shop in London. And it's ENORMOUS! And it was still open - and exceedingly busy - at nearly midnight. It was also highly expensive, although the tourists didn't seem to mind the prices. It was lovely to get away for a night. Husband chose a perfect little hotel, which came with free parking and an amazingly yummy breakfast. We meandered along country lanes on the drive home, visiting villages where some of my ancestors were born and raised. Very cold beer in the hot sunshine was a gorgeous way to end our weekend shenanigans.