Slack tarts and cheese

Again with the slackness - it's a bit of a worry really. No deep-seated psychological hesitations this time, just overdue university work, insomnia and sneaky dates to Borough Markets for cheese and brownies and some genteel lazing in the sunshine.

The weather has been nothing if not schizophrenic lately - my Year of Living Optimistically had a short run last week with balmy 15 degree days and blue skies. I may have even worn open-toed shoes. I know. Indeed the East End has been putting on the ritz lately as Spring starts to make itself known. I've discovered to my delight two magnolia trees on my street and am loving the gradual transformation of all the depressingly grey spindly trees, with their arthritic miserable limbs and general lack of joie de vivre, into cheery blossoms of pink and white. It's truly charming - even with the requisite shopping bags strewn throughout...