After snow last weekend, we now have a hint of Spring.
Daffodils, snow drops and crocus are appearing in Queen’s Park and there are optimistic buds appearing on trees. We’ve had a couple of warmer days and suddenly there’s light in the middle (if not the end) of the Tunnel of Winter.
I’m not convinced it’s Spring yet, we’re only in February, but it’s nice to see a glimpse of blue sky and feel that it’s getting lighter. At 5:30pm it’s still light which makes a huge difference compared to 4pm.
And so after a brief respite due to travel and illness, I’m back on my trusty steed, the Lovely Miss Cooper. Tyres are pumped up and it’s time to start getting in shape for summer…
We weren’t sure what to expect in Kandy for New Year’s Eve.
Wednesday and it’s hump day. The middle of the week. Two days in and two days until the weekend.
Since my return from New York and the sad demise of my laptop, I’ve been trying to lay low. I’m missing my lappy laptop but I’m not in a position to plunk down £1500 on a new one at the moment so the laptop must wait.
And so here I am, perched on a kitchen chair in front of my iMac. The cable isn’t long enough to reach the table (I’ve ordered a new one) and the keyboard is balanced precariously on my lap. It’s not exactly ideal and despite having the keyboard on my lap, it’s certainly not a laptop.
Anyway, I spent Saturday celebrating an auspicious birthday with a family member and enjoyed a long, leisurely and delicious lunch before an early night to catch up on sleep.
And Sunday… well on Sunday it was actually sunny and so after a trip to Whole Foods in Kensington on the bus, I repaired to the generously-named roof terrace, unwrapped one of my outdoor sofas from its winter jacket and spent a couple of hours attempting to relax in what was a very windy but reasonably warm afternoon.
Despite the wind, the warmth of the sun was lovely and while it wasn’t exactly tropical, I took the opportunity to take off my tights. Finally. I shielded my eyes from the glare of my white skin and recuperated from the week of extreme meetings which had been New York.
By Monday I was feeling normal and so off I went on my new commute to the new office. I’m still getting used to the new space, new desk and glaring new lights. I think I may start wearing hats to work to shield my sensitive eyes from the overhead strip lights. Fond memories of Aggie B come to mind as I sent Letad many photos of “The Hat of the Day” last summer when I was working there. I do like a hat so find this idea strangely appealing and quite entertaining.
And so it’s Wednesday. I’m ready for the weekend but first two more days and an appointment with a dress designer as I’ve decided to start again.
Yes, it’s true. The sequined, lace, sparkly wedding dress I’d so rashly decided on in February has been worrying me and keeping me awake at night until it became apparent that there was no way I was going to wear it.
The dress dilemma continues so fingers crossed for Friday morning and hopefully, this time, the right dress for me!
Getting over the hump!
Yesterday Spring decided finally to lift her sleepy head and make a belated appearance.
A whopping six degrees celsius meant that Londoners came out of hibernation and ventured outside. It wasn’t quite as good as Blissfully Warm Tuesday a few weeks ago when the temperature exploded to an incredible twelve degrees but with sunshine in our eyes and my tights feeling almost but not quite too warm, Letad and I took to the streets and ventured over to Islington, Canonbury and Barnesbury to explore some other neighbourhoods of North London.
We walked around the streets looking at lovely Georgian and Victorian architecture and admired the history and heritage of London. We strolled along the New River path, which as it turns out was an aqueduct completed in 1613 to bring drinking water from Hertforshire to North London. An interesting historic piece of trivia. www.shelford.org
The ducks seemed unaware of the history as they quacked happily in the early Spring sunshine.
After a few hours we decided it was time for lunch and so headed off to the Draper’s Arms for a gastropub lunch. www.thedrapersarms.com
It was just warm enough to brave the garden and so being the first customers to sit outside in 2013, an accolade indeed, we sat in the sunshine enjoying a very civilized lunch.
After lunch we continued the meander through Islington, back to Angel where we jumped on the Northern line to bring us back to Chalk Farm.
Emerging from the station, it was still warm (incredible!) and we decided to head along Regents Park Road to Primrose Hill where, for the first time in many months, people were sitting on the grass enjoying the first warmth.
By six o’clock it was cooling and we set off home to enjoy two more hours of daylight and a lovely sunset.
I now completely understand the English obsession with weather. Having experienced a long, cold winter culminating with the coldest March in fifty years (it was snowing on Thursday) the bliss of a warm day is unimaginable.
I will never take nice weather for granted!
A pound, a pound, my kingdom for a pound.
Actually the scales have started to behave and I’m a pound down this morning! Shout from the rooftops, ring the church bells and alert the media!
Well, before getting too carried away, let’s see what happens tomorrow. As I know from experience, it can all go pear shaped… literally!