Well, it’s Sunday night and I am tucked up in bed in London. Not France. Yesterday, Saturday, I was supposed to be on the 1410hrs Eurostar from St Pancras International to Paris Gare du Nord, and onwards from Gare Montparnasse to Chatellerault. I had five days booked away because my fifth Godchlld Isobel was due to be christened in Angles on Tuesday.
But Isobel and her sister Lily have Chicken Pox, and Isobel has been very sick, so her parents cancelled the whole Easter break – and rightly so. I can’t imagine how they would have coped driving from Switzerland to France with two poorly little children going scritch scratch scritch.
So although I’m sad not to be seeing everyone, I’ve been handed the gift of five completely empty days. And, as you can see from the photos up top and below, part of them have been sunny. Still bloody freezing, but at least there has been sun.
I had started being efficient on Friday – with a 9am personal training appointment at Espa Life at The Corinthia Hotel down by the Embankment. (they have given me a three month membership to whip me into shape), but somewhat lost the efficiency plot when I managed to lock myself out of my flat whilst walking P Bad, and had to take a ruinously expensive wait and return cab to my sister’s for my spares.
Then it was a frantic scramble to get washed and changed to get to Hampstead for lunch with Ayla and her infants – I had been commissioned to anonymously review a restaurant for an external publication which wanted to know if it was child friendly. Who better to take than my dear friend and her crew of three under fives?!
Carter & I get on very well. He was insistent that he was coming home with me to play. if only I had the same effect on men my own age…
Saturday morning was all about a massive coffee intake. Ah Nespresso…
I keep a car in London mainly so I can drive my sister and do errands. I picked her up yesterday morning to drive her to the chemist for her prescriptions, and then to Euston to catch the train home for Easter. Here she is in her Whistles green duffle coat – Whistles love runs in the family. P Bad was beside herself at being reunited with her mummy, after two nights with me.
As I was out and about, I decided to head to the North Circular to pick up office supplies at Staples. This is one of my favourite errands, but the traffic and queues are off-putting on a normal day. Easter weekend is the perfect time to visit. Gloriously empty. And full of stationery crack.
Then it was home to start tidying the office, pop out to the street market for vegetables, scour the kitchen, edit thousands of photos, watch the new Doctor Who episode (is it just me or are they getting extremely simplistic?), make, style & shoot Miffy pancakes, go through my closets, do the washing, load the dishwasher, clean the fridge, and write for the blog.
Did someone say holiday?
I’m wearing two gifts in the top photo: A Boden turquoise cashmere sweater, now in the sale £59, reduced from £99, and a Rose quartz pendant necklace by Didi Jewellery £140. Lipstick is Vegas Volt by MAC Cosmetics.