Paging Spring...

Plenty going on, but I don't seem to have much to say about it. There are times, I guess, when a girl just wants to live her life without having to pontificate about it.

It's the time of year when everyone seems to be restless, urgent for the weather to change, fractious and frowsy and jumpy and annoyed at having to keep putting on coats. I am perpetually underdressed, hurtling around with my chin tucked down to try and keep warm.

Hopping on my new bike and dancing on up the bridges and laughing out loud at the joy of that.

I was in a bar the other night where there was a large row of radiant heaters in the ceiling, beaming down what felt like rays of sunshine on us. I kept getting the feeling that I was lying on Jones Beach, until I looked again at where we actually were.