Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope this Frites-monster outside a shop in Brussels doesn't scare you off carbohydrates permanently.
I've been quite lazy this week. Apart from a few long walks on the heath and the high street, enjoying English suburban life, it's been mostly tea and chats with first and second and third cousins (well, the third cousin is only 18 months old and not much of a conversationalist, but she makes up for her silence with pure charm.)
Now I'm ensconced -- definitely the right verb for the situation -- at a rather clubby hotel in St James, and the sun is shining on Central London and I need to get out before it disappears entirely.