I’m not sure if this applies to everyone but it cetainly applies to me. Living in London for as long as I have has built up a natural guard to strangers, the minute anyone talks to me I think “what do they want?”. I am sure thqt this paranoia is useful at times and perhaps… Continue reading Dropping the guard
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Meeting good folk
A few weeks ago I was moaning that I was tired of being a stranger and tired of having to go through the same introductory conversation over and over again but every now and then something changes. Whilst travelling so far I have met all sorts of people and I hope that some of them… Continue reading Meeting good folk