Lasagne and love

The day my boyfriend makes me lasagne it's raining. My friend cancels our lunch because it's raining. As I walk back to the office, feet wet, I try and think of a way of saying: but it's London, it's always raining.

It's a hot kind of rain; muggy and close and quick. Whenever it rains in London I think of when I used to come to the city as a child and I'…