When The Shard was under construction, I would regularly catch the train into London Bridge and look up at the steel and glass monolith with deep suspicion. I couldn’t see how it was going to add to London’s skyline.
Picture the scene. It’s a grey, murky day. You have a seven-year-old child to entertain and your sister, who isn’t overly familiar with London, is making a rare visit to the UK from her home in the United States.
There’s a certain air of anticipation in our household right now. Tomorrow we shall be entering new and uncharted territory; my teenaged nephew will be flying in from the USA to stay with us for a few days. This is a whole new world to us. We’re used to entertaining young children. We inhabit a
