I ran out of work at lunch today. Fortunately for me I had not broken the shredder, nor made kettle explode. I was simply ready for fresh air!

I walked eagerly along Pall Mall, passed the imposing gentlemens' clubs flanking one side of this grand thoroughfare. I quickly found myself in the hustle and bustle of Trafalgar Square. A stiff easterly breeze ensured I maintained a brisk momentum and I continued unabated through the swarms of tourists with my gaze fixed on Charing Cross. I sloped down Villiers Street - a grubby pedestrian alley that runs parrallel to the station. Here life itself never stops as office workers hurry about their daily routine - whether it be grabbing lunch or a brief chance to loosen up with seemingly sadistic on-street Chinese masseuses.

Through Embankment station I glided, hurried up the steps to Hungerford Bridge spurred on by what awaited me. At the top I gazed in awe as from here is one of the greatest views of London. A thousand times I have trodden this bridge but the scenery never fails to whisk my breath away, for it is a scene that reconciles all of London's history and modernity, jumbled together to present a city that's very presence booms power and might.

As I reached the other side, I turned and crossed again but this time I walked the other side with a fantastic view of the London Eye accompanied by Big Ben striking a quarter past one. Before long I found myself in Trafalgar Sq again but hurriedly burrowing my way deeper into the West End's labyrinth streets, I was met with all possibilities of diversity and life in just a few short metres as I wound my way through Chinatown and Soho. I was suddenly out in the open again, now under the neon lights of Piccadilly Circus - again working the crowds, trying in vain to get anywhere quickly. I paused on Piccadilly and sloped past an antiques market in St James Church. By this time I was peckish so I sauntered across a delightful landscaped park saluting a robin on the way and made it back to my desk in time to relax and recover from the sensory assault that is London.

What a marvellous trip! Taking in so many sights and all in half an hour. I really do love London because it displays all of life in its inexhaustible ways - and for that I can never be bored.