Ran away to Cambridge on Saturday to have lunch and a catch-up with my friend Elaine. Slight disappointment that the balconies at the side of the Galleria weren't open, but we sat as close to the window as we could get upstairs and were rewarded by a nice view of the river and a surprising number of be-sweatered punters. Being as how this is early February, I do hope they stayed in the punts...
Elaine is a reviewer of some note, so I have lent her my copies of the RNotY winner Pillow Talk by Freya North and the RNA Romance Prize winner Breakfast at Giovanni's by Kate Hardy. (If you're there, Kate - she loved the title!) And before the royalty-police start tutting, the amount Elaine routinely spends on books keeps the bank managers of various independent bookshops very happy indeed.
I made it home afterwards without incident (except I did have to let my belt out a notch following the sticky toffee pudding), but poor Elaine - well, you need to read about it here. Suffice it to say that neither of us are going anywhere near that really very nice Lakeland shop on our next excursion to Cambridge.