All in Living in Kensington

Always one

Well, this post doesn't have anything to do with London directly. In fact, most of you have experienced the Debbie Downer in your own walks of life. So, this could happen everywhere. But for me, it's happening in London. In my residence. On my floor.

My flatmates and I were looking for a good pub (which doesn't mean bar; it's an abbreviation for public house, where the public just gathered to read, eat or hang out). We decided instead to take a leisurely 45-minute tour of South Kensington by foot in search for said pub.