'Escaping' to London, not once, but twice

Reader – I have a confession. Did you, like me, feel a tad envious of Keir Starmer managing to escape to Madeira? Somewhere warm. If even that penguin, Feathers McGraw, can escape prison, surely I too could escape Brighton and Hove for an hour or two? No doubt residents would find it a relief if councillors got away more often. So, I popped up to London for a bit of me-time. Twice in fact.