It's a couple of late season roses on my bedroom windowsill in Wimbledon (I say "late season," but in the current climate, who knows?) - in other words, there was time to get on a train in Paris (not before I'd had a rather fine brasserie lunch of goat's cheese salad) and come to London to see my parents. Technically, yes, it's a little bit out of my way, but totally worth it.
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