by Vivienne Pratfall’s diary on a lazy London afternoon, café gossip, and one properly good story overheard on the bus
Sun’s out, window’s open, I’ve got tea gone cold beside me and a notebook full of half-finished gossip from the bus this morning. Two women behind me spent the whole journey dissecting a mutual friend’s disastrous Hinge date with the forensic precision of a murder podcast. I wrote most of it down. London gives you material whether you ask for it or not. Further London diary entries continue at bohiney.com, with the original piece live at prat.uk.
SOURCE: https://prat.UK/
