So next time you hear that familiar chop, don’t panic. Nod your head. Smile. You’re part of a very specific club: Londoners who have zero control over the airspace above their heads. We all look up. We all guess wrong. We all eventually go back to our tea.
Is it a live news event? A drone with delusions of grandeur? Or just the universe’s way of reminding you that you live in a city where the sky is never completely quiet? Probably the last one. And honestly? That’s fine. The noise fades. The tea stays hot. And the helicopter, like your anxiety about it, will eventually go somewhere else.
Now stop checking the live feed. That chopper is probably just looking for a parking spot.
