Cheerio My Good Man...What What

There was a fire alarm this morning at 8, and OF COURSE it was raining. Standing around on the block outside, in damp pj pants and trying to keep my umbrella from blowing away, a man walked past in full tweeds, wellies, and a newsboy cap, on his way to Hyde Park. His little spaniel trotted faithfully alongside. I turned to some guys and just sort of floundered around for a minute, trying to explain how I felt, and why the man made me feel so happy. One of them summed it up perfectly:

"Fox hunting. In London."

We have lectures later this morning at the Royal Geographical Society. That by itself makes me feel like I'm in The Life Aquatic, but combined with my toff sighting on the street, I think I might have to find a few million quid and move here immediately. I also think I need to visit East London so I can stop feeling so poor and lowly.