It's actually a lovely day today. If I crane my head so I can stare up, above even the top floor of the Tower, the sky is blue. So pretty. It's only when you look down that you see the ugliness, the smog masking the endless conurbation that is the North East. From this high, I can see a big brown blob in the far distance. Guess it's the sludgy remains of the Lakes.
I know how lucky I am. I KNOW! I've been given everything Father's filthy money can buy - good food, clean air, a rigorous scientific education. On the other hand, truisms are called that for a reason. This one's a humdinger: There's a price, there's always a price.
Not sure how much longer I can go on paying it.