This blog was going to be a bit of a rant. I've been staring at too many friends' photos on Instagram showing beautiful Caribbean beaches, and it's been getting me down. New Year's Day was one of the darkest I remember, and I don't know if you were in London on Saturday, but it was utterly grim (we went to see The Theory of Everything, which is a brilliant film, and a very good way of spending time on a foul day). Yes, there's a reason I like to get away at this time of year. C & I have a big trip later in the year so we're here this month, going nowhere. I was dreaming of Mexico, just for a start (bring on Barragan, bring on Tulum).
But it's a New Year, and we don't want to start on a rant. So I'll concentrate instead on Friday, London - in the way that only she can in between days of darkness - sparkled. We went for breakfast on Piccadilly and then went for a wander. For a morning, we were tourists in our own town.
Spencer House glowed across Green Park.