And this is what worried me the most. Peoples homes were getting set on fire, for nothing. Like a lot of other Londoners, I live above shops in a big old building. Fire safety? Didn't exist when these were built! So in short, the plan was to get out. FAST. So, when word on the street was that the mobs were coming to my area, I got a little concerned. I thought it would be sensible to just have a quick scoot around the flat to go over an exit strategy in case I/we needed to get out of dodge in a hurry. Luck favours the prepared.
So I decided to sleep clothed, and pack a bag with everything I would need to get by:
- 2x underpants.
- 2x socks.
- Pair of jeans.
- 2x TShirts
Then it dawned on me. I looked around my room and thought:
"Everything else can go up in flames, and I really wouldn't care."Another beautiful "minimalist moment".
- Posted from my iPad, please excuse any typos.