Now and then, some hitch on the Victoria Line at Green Park Station means I have to get out of the London Underground and make the rest of my morning journey to work on foot.
This means walking through Green Park, then past the throngs of tourists at Buckingham Palace (they're always there, hundreds of them, like they must have arrived at the Queen's gates at the crack of da
wn). If it's a nice spring or summer's day, the walk through Green Park is quite pleasant. On Thursday 17th August, I started my walk through and found people already lounging in the park and... hundreds of pigeons seemed to be having a convention. I turned pigeon paparazzi.
Now and then, some hitch on the Victoria Line at Green Park Station means I have to get out of the London Underground and make the rest of my morning journey to work on foot. This means walking through Green Park, then past the throngs of tourists at Buckingham Palace (they're always there, hundreds of them, like they must have arrived at the Queen's gates at the crack of da
wn). If it's a nice spring or summer's day, the walk through Green Park is quite pleasant. On Thursday 17th August, I started my walk through and found people already lounging in the park and... hundreds of pigeons seemed to be having a convention. I turned pigeon paparazzi.
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"I turned pigeon paparazzi."
I can just imagine you wordsbody!
lmao
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