This last week has whizzed by. A week of difficult journeys to work, a garden resembling Narnia and a flat covered with little muddy footprints following the thaw.
We took a little jaunt last weekend to soak up some culture at the V&A with the Maharaja exhibition. How I love that place. I haven't been there for years, and I have no idea why not. It's brilliant. For one thing, the shop. It is fortunate that Mr M was there to steer me away from the beautiful jewellery - I have completely fallen head over heels for Becky Crow's designs. The exhibition itself was fascinating. The jewels were breathtaking - diamonds and emeralds the size of quail eggs - and the history, particularly the involvement of the East India Trading Company, rather sobering.
Image - Turban jewel brooch, £20, Victoria and Albert Museum