Cosmo

1. I like to think of myself as a bit of an expert on the art of being drunk. There are many great sources of good drunkness - the Saturday early doors pint by the fire with the football scores, the marriage of wine and port round the dinner table, the margherita with a mexican lunch, the champagne at a big fancy do to name but a few of the most obvious contenders. But perhaps the outright, handsdown winner would be the Bloody Mary on a Sunday afteroon.

2. Not that it needs it, but one thing that can make that just a wee bit better is Rogano. It's mental deco sumptious surroundings are Poirot-esque. It's murder on the orient express-ish style sprinkles even the most run of the mill Sunday's with glamour.

3. And even better than that I get an afternoon with Caroline. The two of us perch (beautifully) on the stools at the end of the booths for two very lovely hours. Rapid fire chat, shopping to show off, mojitos, cosmos and bloody mary's. Two very, very lovely hours indeed.

4. I don't see either Douglas or Caroline as much as we used to. No one is lying when they say having kids changes everything. I don't mind, things change - that's the only thing to be relied on in the end. It makes these wee moments all the more precious though. It felt precious.

5. This morning I woke thinking about steak. So I had one. With the works.