I don't know her...

It's rush hour, I have to take the tube, I normally walk and avoid any public transport. I've even found my back streets to avoid the tourist masses.

But there are odd times I will have to push through the crowds.

When you're on your way home from work you just really don't have the patience to walk in slow motion, to excuse you're entire walk down the stairs.

To be allowed to also cross the street before the light turns red and you just don't want to be caught in the middle of the road.

Or the one that always gets me, the moment I also want to use the pavement as a walkway but this group of people have to walk in a line next to each other otherwise they are surely going to loose someone.

I get so irritated. But I also feel so ashamed of this angry person I become. This person I really don't know existed.

And then especially those moments where my true self finds a way through this stress and I see someone probably on his or her life long dream of a London holiday.

They're taking a shaky photo of a London mailbox or double decker bus.

That's a moment I feel so bad for my stressed out mood swing.

I'm having a shit day, but it's no one else's fault that I'm this irritated than my own.

But I would love for the tourists that do come here to just remember people live here too.

People are trying to get home to their dinners waiting on the table, their families.

But again to everyone and anyone I might have given a bitchy look, rushed past in irritation,

I do apologise.

Because the way my heart melts when I see a pensioner couple taking a photo of something completely random, that is priceless and so precious.

We should definitely try to see the beauty in things and remember we all have our own daily stories.

Others can't read your mind and won't understand why you're being so bitchy.

Have a good day! Give someone one of your smiles, it's free and has a much bigger impact than you think.

StyleLis in the City