Londoner

- a resident of London, England.

Many years ago anglophile was a teenager and she dreamt rather a lot. She used to dream about all sorts of things. Furniture she could make. Dresses she would sew. Poems she would write. Men she would meet. Pictures she would take. Places she would visit... Also there was that one really unrealistic dream of living in London, the capital of her world.

She would imagine herself in a converted old factory building, with enormous industrial windows and extremely wide windowsills, wooden flooring, it would probably be a studio flat with a lovely old iron bed eternally unmade, piles of books left right and centre, an old record player... She would sit on the windowsill drink good wine or G&T and listen to the rain. She would play old 60s songs on her record player and read every story there was written by Oscar Wilde in English. She would be alive, she would be a part of something, do something.

Now anglophile lives in London. The love affair that has begun many years before she even set her foot in this city of millions of hearts is finally happening. Every time she gets on the tube or on the double decker bus. Every time she runs to the local fish and chip shop. Every time she chats with the off-licence guy. Every time she walks on embankment or sits by the fountain in Trafalgar square.

This relationship will have many ups and downs of that I am certain.

After all anglophile does not have an old iron bed or a record player. Instead she has Mr Moon to cuddle up to at night when he eventually turns up. Miss Kitty to be pestered by and mountains of books (at least)...

She also has an essay she should write but does not desire to...

There is always London after all. The perfect man. He is there when you want him to be and gone when he is not wanted. He just melts beyond the walls and grows outside with all of it's parks, museums, galleries, alleys, streets and fountains...

Londoner - anglophile is one of them.