…that I don’t live in London.

Because I would be spending ENORMOUS amounts of time in Foyle’s Bookshop.

Foyle’s is like nothing you have every seen: while the ground floor sports your usual novels and non-fictions, the rest of the building is full of treasures.

You wouldn’t believe that there are more than a couple of books on mosquitos; there are, I saw them. If you happen to browse the aviation section, you won’t only find your usual stuff about air disasters and such, but books on airports, runways, plane manufacturors, war missions, pilot biographies… I am sure that I could discover at least another 17 passionate hobbies just by being let loose in Foyles for an afternoon.

But I only had 20 minutes.

So I purchased the couple of things I had been looking for, plus a couple of things I stumbeled upon and went back to rescue the girls from the evil reaches of cut price clothing.

Mayb it’s best, indeed!