I rambled around the garden at dawn this morning (well, dawn-ish, it took me a while to find a shoe), saluted Aurora with sloe gin and toddled off to work via the bus and tube. After an hour on public transport, and two hours at my desk, someone asked why I had leaves in my hair...

Ho hum.... I think I better stay on the soft stuff, I have to excercise my Constitutional Right later this afternoon and I need to remember who NOT to vote for in the London Mayoral Elections.

One of those iced teas please.. the Long Island variety?

LTS