Colonel Mustard

This boy has been an utterly delightful host this weekend (if a little chi chi and pretentious). It was brilliant to trail him around John Lewis and watch him frivolously throwing things into his basket. He saw me eyeing some Port glasses and threw them in as well, my early birthday treat. Larks.

Cambridge was cold, grey and damp but still very pleasing on the eye. It will be nice to visit again when it's spring and the drizzle is no more.