Hello from the land of burning sheep.

We've got terrorist bombs, a collapsed NHS, persistent Tube strikes, a farm animal epidemic, a tumbling economy, terrible weather, exorbitant rent, and oh nonstop Big Brother on the tele.

Yet, for some reason I'm agreeing to another two years here!

More of the same. More work, more stress, more weight, more hairloss, more no sex, more exhaustion, more drinking too much, more dull client meetings, more soppy rainshoes, more black phlegm, more tourist madness.

Yet today, in a mad dash in a taxi we rounded the Trafalgar Square roundabout and the sight of Nelson's Column, the National Gallery, and St. Martin's in the Fields, made my heart leap and I couldn't help but smile.

I still love it here, fool that I am.