London

I've been living in London just over a year now and would like to know why postmen's trolleys are dotted around the city, usually looking abandoned, at the top of hills. Is this the point where they quit their jobs? Who should answer me? The London Mayor, yes he'll do. And while you're there Boris, why are cars in this city becoming smaller and boxier and resembling more and more Enid Blyton's vision of toytown? There they are plugged in on rich people's drives.

I admit my car sits largely neglected near my flat, but I'm loath to get rid of it; we've had some good times, my car and me. Besides it used to belong to my Grandad and it's nice to see it outside of a morning. I take it for a drive once a week so it doesn't feel too neglected.

London is going by bus or tube to an unexplored part of the city, to meet a friend at a pub, or a street or a station, and spending forever trying to find them. Then there's the getting back across the city, getting on a late night tube alone, sitting in a carriage with other people sitting alone, making the weary journey home. 

I miss the randomness of smaller places. It's so rare you bump into someone you know.

Walking up a hill and stumbling upon a familiar object; another postman's red trolley. Are the letters still inside, Boris? One day I'll stop for a breather and find myself an interesting letter to read. Then I'll write them a letter back and ask them to meet me.