Nothing happens here in February (an agricultural cycle dominates the calendar despite the gold factories), so I go to London, where the cold doesn't matter.
It would be inappropriate to detail the ins and outs of the Bloomsbury corridor, the replacing of Russell Square in its proper urban context in relation to the other Bloomsbury Squares, and give the latest on our school south of the Euston Road campaign, but it's not that there has been lazing about.
Accounts of primavera will arrive after the weekend, when I have finished unloading some poorly pounds into the empty shops. In John Lewis' kitchen department an assistant actually offered to help me with choosing work surfaces - not a lot of people about, but I hadn't realised the recession is so deep.
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