London raised me, but I don’t want it raising my kids.

An emotional farewell.

Today is my last day in London. I was born here and spent four decades here.

I could tell you about the drug deal my triplets saw on Tuesday in the park (turn up on a quad bike and of course all the little boys are going to want to come over and take a look!). I could moan about how expensive it is.

But that’s not why I’m leaving. Because despite its grit, I love London, and I’ll defend it forever.

💛 I’m grateful I grew up in a truly multicultural community. At school, hearing other languages and celebrating different festivals wasn’t “diversity”. It was just normal.

💛 I’m grateful for the career it gave me. Back when the creative industries ran on unpaid work, I wouldn’t have got my start anywhere else.

💛 And yes, I’m grateful for a few unforgettable nights out too.

But now I want something different for my triplets.

Tomorrow we move to Broadstairs.

Next week, the triplets start at a forest school where every day is spent outdoors. And I’ll be running the beach with my dog every morning.

Today is full of teary goodbyes. But deep down, I know this is the right move.

London, thank you for everything. I’ll be back soon. xx