London, innit.

Back in the bosom of friends who know me better than i know myself. Supper, wine, gentle piss-taking and a group effort completing the Saturday Telegraph general knowledge crossword.

That's what i miss most about London.

I also miss the pace, but only sometimes.

Mishkins the venue for my lunch date. Loved it. I want to go again, today, i like places where the tables are super close together, and the staff are all hipsters, and they don't use pound signs on the menu, and on one side graphic designers and on the other ladies clutching Fay Maschler's review. You don't get that round these parts.

developed a wood fetish

and bought Valentine's cards.

and then met Mrs Beard here.

and i had a Pinkberry, i feel like a proper blogger now. It's fat free people. Amazing.

I also met 3 other brides and a magazine, fell over and grazed my knee, a stranger bought me a cocktail, and left my make-up bag behind.