Zero degrees, that is the line.

Greenwich. I have been reading short stories and composing tiny poems on single pages of my Asda Smart Price pocket sized memo pad. The skies have been crap for biased photography, I am bored with snaps of signs and stasis.

France has yet to get back to me. I have learnt that I must be organised and assertive. London is now just a place and not the big collage of villages I used to fear and admire. The products of Greggs the bakery have kept us alive, the sun has started to shine again, I am fascinated with a career of creating entertainment with props.