Helicopter noise is driving me INSANE. As the cacophony of building work dies away at lunchtime on Saturdays, the helicopter racket takes over. We don’t find out what’s going on in central London the way most people do, by Googling – we find out by being subjected to hour after hour of helicopters hovering almost directly overhead and THEN Googling, in desperation to discover whether/when whatever they are watching might be over.

Last night, it was the crowds just down the street from our apartment celebrating the beginning of a Tier 2 Lockdown by gathering in large crowds, hugging, kissing and enjoying a mask-less fiesta, having decided that, since from today they would not be able to mix two households, they would mix as many as possible while they still had the opportunity.

And today, the helicopters were back – this time patrolling the anti-lockdown march virtually on our doorstep:

OK, I admit it’s not exactly Apocalypse Now but, believe me, the noise is horrendous,even from this dot in the sky.

I love the city and I love Soho and, even as I read every day that people are flocking to buy houses in the country, I know I’d rather be where the buzz is – even if at times, it’s a buzz I can’t bear.