As we made our way through the streets from Paddington station, a warm hug sensation gripped me in its flabby arms and said "welcome home". I was actually made right here in London so it is home in a sense. What a beautiful time of the morning to arrive. The light softly brightened through the cloud as throngs of people quietly shuffled their way to their jobs.  I'd normally negotiate the Tube but there had been a strike yesterday and the stations were closed until later that morning. With my phone charge running low, I wasn't able to book an Uber so I hailed a cab. What a lovely man. We chatted about cultivating Bonsai and his remarkable ability to get a Monstera deliciosa to bloom  as we wound our way through the lightly trafficked streets toward Pimlico. An actual warm hug awaited as Bridget opened her door to her vintage basement flat for me. Over a pot of very welcomed hot English Breakfast tea, although here it is simply "tea", we caught up on family, ...