Wren's London: a bit of a tease...

....like a sexy woman sat opposite you at a bar flashing a bit of leg through her skirt, as I walked through the city I saw through the trees a certain Saint standing there all gold gazing at me.

From the start of this series I have always said that I would leave a certain building until last but there was Wren's top trump whispering in my ear, calling at me, I tried to ignore her advances by not making eye contact but alas the temptation was too strong, I looked as she stood in front of me glistening with a light dusting of snow as she lured me in with a wink and a promise.

"no, its too soon" I protested, "I'm not that kind of boy, I have promised myself to another , the blippers trust me" , "I'm very discreet, no one will ever know, picture me".

In the end it came down to one unquestionable truth, all men are weak.

By the way, if you see her at the end of the series, please don't let on that I said anything.