A successful week I feel. I've discovered Brockwell Lido, it's a joy. I'm a real cold water swimmer, I reckon it's because I'm a bit of a confectionary bee - I buzz from cake shop to bakery storing up all the sweet goodness on my thighs and abdomen - it makes me champion of the cold water. I can just bumble out of the changing rooms in my cossie and swim about for around 45 minutes without getting cold: whilst lithe, muscular people thrash about in full body wetsuits trying to keep warm. Suckers.
Visited Chinatown and went to the best dumpling shop - the one where lady makes them in the window. Go if you're there, it's the green one on the corner.
The rain filled up my little succulents on the window sill.Went to Lords and watched Oxford play Cambridge.
It was a very British affair, especially as it was rainy, sunny, windy and cold in turns. We went home in our anoraks with sunburnt noses and wind-thrashed cheeks.
And finally, a funny thing. I wanted to share it and felt I would after reading this . . . here's a photo of me in bed. I woke up real early and was checking my emails. Jack was fast asleep but proceeded to stroke my face - not in a romantic way; in a heavy handed Of Mice and Men type way. Here he is pushing his finger into my eye, then he pushed his fingers into each of my ears and as a finale grabbed my whole face and gave it a good waggle. Hilarious.
(Maybe you've noticed as well that we don't like our bedsheets too matchy-matchy)
And finally, some weeds I pulled up out of the park for my desk.