I walk the streets of London and take in the smell. All those memories. Even though it's only been a year it feels like it's been much more since I last was in London.

It wasn't exactly how I remembered it. It was more gloomy now. And more people were dying on the streets.

The thought of that gave me an uneasy feeling and I shivered.
I persuaded myself to think of other things then dying people and kept walking.

I was making my way down fleet street when I noticed a small closed shop that sold pies.
Maybe I can get a job over there.

I walked over to the shop ( trying to carry the weight of my bag) and knocked on the door.

A quite pretty lady opened the door.

"I'm sorry love we're closed"

"Oh, I know. I was just wondering if you have a job opening."

She looked at me confused.

"I just moved here and any job right now would be splendid."

Her look hardened but then loosened
quickly.

"You can stay here if cleanings ok for ya"

"Great" I said in relief as I walked into the shop.