Gypsy who's been achored in London for too long while completing a Masters Degree: on Beauty and its Powers of Transformation. Whiling away any spare time by looking at the beautiful people lounging at the tables of the cafe opposite and trying to figure out how the cat came up the drainpipe without drowning.

A pigeon has nested on the balcony. It's laid two eggs. I'm wondering whether that's a good sign. The neighbour wants to kill it but so far she's resisted the temptation!

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