You wouldn’t say you “love” a building like this. You don’t cuddle a filing cabinet. But you appreciate it. It’s the friend who reminds you when your car insurance runs out. The building that says, “I’m here, I’m solid, and I’ve got your birth certificate in a drawer somewhere.” It’s reliable, like a good kettle – you don’t think about it until it stops working.
So next time you’re passing Kingston’s County Hall, give it a little nod. It’s not trying to be a tourist hotspot. It’s not a castle or a cathedral. It’s just a big, calm building by the river, quietly keeping the lights on while the swans judge you and the pigeons heckle the politicians. And honestly? That’s kind of beautiful.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pay a fine. The clock tower told me to.
