Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been?
We looked at the colourful street art and I wished that I could create something that beautiful one day. We drank strawberry juice and found a little cafe for lunch, and then it was time for us to go to the train station and catch the train home. The sun didn't come with us though, it stayed behind while grey clouds formed up ahead and big rain droplets fell, hammering the windows with its greetings. It didn't stop raining for a long time so I pulled on my pyjamas and got all cosy inside, all warm in my own bed again. Last night my slumber was interrupted by sirens and parties and the general sounds of London life, but now all I can hear is the big brown owl I saw from my Mama's window, hooting into the night.
It is good to be home.