Still here!

I know! Back with a vengeance and then a fizzle...

I have recently become addicted to John Lewis. I get that "Breakfast at Tiffany's" feeling when I get there. I don't buy much. I just walk around looking at and touching things. I realised I may have to stop when I was approached by a salesperson in the area rugs section of the store. It wasn't until he burst me from my reverie that I realised I was absentmindedly happily caressing a lovely textured (and very expensive) rug and singing to myself. When he said "Can I help you?" I wish I had thought of something witty to say, but instead I embarrassingly mumbled "No thanks...just looking" and shuffled off. Oh dear.

I had a concert last night. I think we did rather well. There was an absolutely dreamy violinist in the front row of the orchestra. The way his elbow jutted in and out and his head bobbed around when he played was just do die for, Oh! The passion of a musician! But at the end of the concert, instead of turning around and declaring "whose lovely alto voice is that among a choir of 80? We must run away into the sunset together" he packed his violin and his suitcase (he didn't wear his dinner suit home) and fiddled himself out of my life forever. *sigh* He was sitting in the front and centre of the front row, but my friends in the audience insist they didn't see him. Was I dreaming it? Oh well...maybe next concert I'll find a cellist to pounce on.

My friend Laura and her husband have just moved here from Toronto I am meeting up with them this morning and have just realised I have 20 minutes to have a shower, breakfast, wrap a present for them and go....