Forget me not

I do so love these dear little flowers that spring up almost overnight at this time of year. As pretty as they are they do have a tendency to spread far and wide so, with plenty to spare, this bunch has made it into Granny's old vase on the kitchen window sill.

I'm almost at the end of my first week - more unknowns and more tourists than the last. The view of London from the 17th floor is breathtaking - particularly once the haze lifts. Helicopters look like hover flies buzzing above Big Ben, Canary Wharf and MI5. Hyde Park looks like a geometric puzzle. I've been discovering the local eateries - Patisserie Valerie, Crussh, Selfridges Foodhall... oh dear. It would be very easy to fall back into the bad habits from my City days - I dread to think how much of my salary was spent on mediocre food over the years and just how many pounds were piled on as a result. One of the perks of the new job is fresh fruit each day, which is all rather jolly. I plan to take a packed lunch each day next week - I want to make the most of park number 2 with a good book or two.

Talking of books - I've just finished Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. Another book that I can't believe I've only just read - hoorah for book clubs and their choices! Flora, Elfine, Adam and his spiky stick. Graceless, Aimless, Feckless and Pointless. Brilliant. So witty. I'm now quickly making my way through Philippa Gregory's The Boleyn Inheritance - an enjoyable easy read. Anne of Cleves is on her way to Hampton Court for the first time - I think I might go and see if she's made it.

Night, night.