It was three years since we had been in London. We never knew it well, of course; yesterday was the first time I ever walked through the City. It was fascinating, especially the stationers’ shops — I could look at stationers’ shops for ever and ever. Rose says they are the dullest shops in the world except, perhaps, butchers’. (I don’t see how you can call butchers’ shops dull; they are too full of horror.)
