We're having a grand old time in London. Except the weather has not been very kind. 'It's fresh Ma'am' the hotel doormen with the black bowler hats would tell me every morning. 'Fresh!!!! It's friggin freezing' this Aussie would reply. There is just something about a man in a bowler hat that brings out the inner Cockney mongrel in me. 'Yes Ma'am!' they would reply. They are recruited for their politeness. They win. Yesterday Mr Wren and I found ourselves with a rare London afternoon to ourselves. We were walking along the Embankment, on our way to Westminster, to see the Prime Minister. Somehow it felt important to go and find out what on earth was going on with this Brexit EU referendum that everyone is talking about. When the heavens opened. We were torn, one one hand we were only a hop, skip and a jump from Downing Street, on the other hand we were getting wet, real wet. Faced with the sam...
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