For a week I am a Londoner. It is incredibly easy for me to be here.
I find the Jane-shaped gap in the street and slot myself in. The city begins to flow around me.Have I finally been accepted? Is the third visit the charm?
I've recently learned that my great-grandfather was born here. Can the City sense this? One hopes.Another chance to write a new chapter in the grand romance between London and I. Let's go.