I think it would be a massive understatement to say that London hasn't quite turned out to be what I'd hoped it would be. 14 months after moving over, I'm a month away from becoming officially unemployed, and probably a week away from becoming have just become single. Either one of these events, on its own, would have counted as a life event, to use corp-speak.

And now, I'm facing both of them, pretty much simultaneously.

As the song goes, baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough. And no amount of wishing and believing in the world can change that.