The view from the Oxo Tower is incredible, its glass and steel baked by July’s afternoon sun. The London skyline stood magnificent in the light, all spires and trees and glistening Thames. In the distance, a giant Make Poverty History banner wrapped itself around St Pauls like an ambitious wristwatch. After dinner I walked along the Embankment, watching everyone’s lives bustle around me. I realised that this truly was my home. Beyond rudeness, self obsession, and foolish selfish greed, remained my beautiful London, lapped and cleansed by the endlessly flowing Thames. My lifelong home. I felt so deeply at peace.

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