Reading your post reminded me of my early days of working in central London. My building had a cage lift which got stuck between floors so often we would all end up climbing the stairs to the switch room four floors up. Good times. London was such a different happy place back in the early 60s. I sat with my own memories for a while after reading yours, remembered the first meeting hubs in 1962, and thankful that he is still here. I, too, have many reasons to be grateful.
Louise, isn't life strange when you think that my first trip to London was probably while you were working in the city. I stayed in a small private hotel in Knightsbridge in a very well known street. No pretensions. I look at what Knightsbridge has now become and in particular that street, and it's pure culture/economy shock.
Lovely words Prue, and great memories
Thank you, Libby.
Reading your post reminded me of my early days of working in central London. My building had a cage lift which got stuck between floors so often we would all end up climbing the stairs to the switch room four floors up. Good times. London was such a different happy place back in the early 60s. I sat with my own memories for a while after reading yours, remembered the first meeting hubs in 1962, and thankful that he is still here. I, too, have many reasons to be grateful.
Loved this post, Prue…
Louise, isn't life strange when you think that my first trip to London was probably while you were working in the city. I stayed in a small private hotel in Knightsbridge in a very well known street. No pretensions. I look at what Knightsbridge has now become and in particular that street, and it's pure culture/economy shock.