I grew up in London. For that reason, above all others, it will always be home. My mother still lived there, so I made sure I visited her as soon as I arrived.
“How are you getting on in America?” she asked.
“Just fine, Mother. Thank you for asking. The people there are very kind and they have just sent me on a journey that took me to Australia and back, via Hong Kong, Paris and Abu Dhabi.”
“Have you met any nice young ladies?”
“Really, Mother! But, yes, I have met some nice young ladies.”
“That’s good. Why are you in London, apart from coming to see me, of course?”
“I am here to meet someone I used to work for. I think he has lined up ...