Here Comes the Blossom -2

It is in hindsight, not a good idea to arrange to meet your husband at a particular bus stop when it is not clear to him which stop is the particular one, even if it is the one we met at last week.

Thus it was we waited for each other for 20minutes at different particular bus stops in different streets. I was on the point of thinking I had been stood up and retreating to the Ivy on the Square by myself when His Lordship decided to turn on his mobile and ring to see where I was. He was as usual reluctant to concede to having made a mistake, but as usual I was magnanimous in accepting his apologies.

The Ivy usually has a certain aura of the metropolitan sophistication of its London branch, so it was strange to see it populated this morning by a table of 30 ladies, in somewhat dubious clothing. I suspect they were a hen party on a jolly to sample the delights of a bank holiday weekend in Edinburgh and breakfast at the Ivy was considered the way to start the proceedings.

It says a lot for us poor Northerners when it feels balmy and tropical at 13°, but that is how it seemed and was enough to persuade the cherry trees in Princes Street Gardens to brave bursting into cascades of pink blossom and for this lady to consider removing her scarf. Now all we need is the sun to make an appearance........