Busy, busy, busy!

Why hello! Gosh, it's been a while, hasn't it? It's been go, go, go recently. I'm afraid I'm just popping by to say hello. Hope you're all well. Booties have been finished, the leaves have been raked, Mr M returned, hearty wintry food has been eaten, the heating has been turned up a notch and I've started my new job. Naturally, I went down with the dreaded commuter cold on day 4 - I'd like to thank the two middle aged suits I was sandwiched between on the train who frankly should know better than to cough without using their hand. As a result I haven't had much of a voice since Monday - it's all rather tedious.

But I'm not going to complain.

It's great to be back in Central London. I'm loving my commute - nipping across Hungerford Bridge to Embankment, laughing in wonderment at the queues for Boris bikes - and planning to visit the National Gallery once a week. This week I discovered The Terrace at Vasouy by Edouard Vuillard - beautiful large canvases, full of dreamy strokes, the haze of a hot Summer day - incredible to think that it was cut in half to create two paintings 34 years later. I wonder if they ate Port Salut and slightly dry Madeleines. They've also commissioned Clive Head to produce three new paintings to coincide with the Canaletto exhibition - the detail is absolutely exquisite. Mrs F took me to the wonderfully eccentric, and oh so British, Cafe in the Crypt under St Martin in the Fields for lunch - I can't wait to go back, even if it's just for the complimentary jugs of water and ice.