In this age where the battle for equal rights across race and gender is highly topical, particularly in the Western world, Britain’s colonial past has of course caused a few controversies.  Yet while the future of the statues of Cecil Rhodes, who has become the symbolic epitome of everything wrong with Britain’s colonial past, expats in Kenya appear oblivious to what all the fuss is about.

We are generation busy. Doodle polls are needed to be able to get a group of friends in the same place at the same time and that time is normally six weeks away, if you’re lucky. We’re busy with work, we’re busy with socialising – whether with people we actually want to spend time with or those we feel we ought to network with, we’re busy doing life admin, we’re busy doing various hobbies. Spontaneity is dead to millennials.

When I first set up a blog to document my new life in London, I used the strapline ‘Not tired of life’ as a reference to that famous Samuel Johnson quote ‘When a man is tired of London, he’s tired of life’. Eight years (and several blog reincarnations later) the memory brings a wry smile to my face, because I am unashamed to admit, I’m getting tired of London.