Read Part 1: Surviving the Zombie ApocalypseAfter my terrifying night of being chased through London, attacked by zombies, knocked over by fellow survivors and left for dead by my boyfriend, what did I learn? That I’m not much of a survivor – in fact, come the zombie apocalypse I’m sure it wouldn’t be long before I became one of the shambling, bloodthirsty hoard of un-dead. I wonder though – would I make a better zombie than survivor?
London has turned golden and crispy, leaves littering all the pavements and parks - autumn is well and truly here. I love this time of year, even though it gets dark at four o'clock in the afternoon and our heating bills go through the roof. One of the things I like best about autumn is firework night, the 5th November, the day we celebrate Guy Fawkes failing to blow up the houses of parliament by well, blowing things up.
My feet thud against the wet, pitch-black muddy park, my heart pumping in time to their beat – I’m only vaguely aware of the fact that I’m screaming, my terrified shrieks merging with those of my fellow survivors and the terrible groans of the figures staggering – and now sprinting – towards me through the darkness.
If you’re ever in London, be sure to visit Greenwich – it’s one of our favourite places in London. Greenwich has loads of really nice pubs, good food, a gorgeous park and museums - if you like shopping (I don’t!) then Greenwich is also full of independent, quirky shops.  
Time seems to be disappearing scarily fast in a haze of planning, working and panicking right now and I'm starting to lose sleep over the never-ending list of travel tasks that have yet to be completed in preparation for our trip. One thing I'm desperately trying to find time for is visiting and taking pictures of all the places I love in London before we leave. So here's the first of a few picture posts I'm going to publish of the places I'll miss when we leave.
I’ve been obsessed with London since I was a teenager, since the days when my school friends and I would get the train up at the weekends to chase pop bands around.  Back then London was a place of absolute wonder and excitement; a place where you could realise your dreams, no matter how crazy or ridiculous. It’s so difficult to explain the exhilaration the 14-year-old me would feel getting off the train at Waterloo, a stranger in a city bigger than I could fathom with so much to see and do. I love London and always promised that teenage version of me that one day, I’d live there.
At the moment I feel like I’m measuring the time we have left before our trip in ‘Lasts’. We’ve just had our last British summer (thank god!) and now we’re on the verge of our last autumn and all the things I love that go with that; halloween and bonfire night, frosty dark mornings and watching the parks turn golden and crispy. This weekend marked another ‘last’ – our last London Frightfest.