My friend Bean is heading back home, sort of. Though London has been her home for ten years since she left uni (which means she is now really, really old), she’s grown tired of having to donate a kidney every time she wants to use the Tube, and is leaving the cold and the concrete behind and jetting off to the land of elephants, pot holes, red earth, crazy monkeys and Idi Amin (though luckily he’s not actually there anymore).
Determined to make her find her inner blogger we’ve started this blog together where I can tell her all about my life back in Blighty and she can make me jealous with all the 20p pints of beer she’s drinking.
And occasionally we might actually talk about real things, like our feelings, how much we miss each other, and whether or not it’s right to fancy Will Schuster. You know, important stuff like that.