My temporary home can get stuffy of an evening (the owner described it as 'bijoux') so I often find myself sat on the balcony taking in the views and fresh air. I sit here overlooking a portion of London I'm not familiar with, nor do I want to be because of it's ominous council blocks. I sit here in expectation of something brilliant happening; a constant disappointment. I feel like this balcony owes me a view, but constantly fails to deliver. So, I sit as a modern day Lowry, reflecting on the ordinary people - the matchstick men with matchstick dogs. It's not pretty but it's true.

This is England.