
"The Lord is having little joke with me", I thought to myself as I walked past the travel shop on Crown Street last night. I was on my way to dinner with friends, and was walking past a shop not far from Oxford Street which sells "travel goods". The shop is full of "passport covers", "toiletry bags" and so on; the kind of things you think you would need for travel, but don't actually. As a result, I've never actually bought anything from the shop, though I do enjoy window shopping. As I looked … [Read more...]










