Muffin-guilt and unemployment-fat force a move towards health with a Jill Dupleix salad special; rosemary, rocket and lamb make it seem far more summery than the reality of the frickin freezing weather at the park.
At the park we (I) see one of our neighbours kids fall off the highest climbing frame right onto her face. Like all good Londoners I ignore and let her parents get on with it...
Sunday, 8 March 2009
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