Had dinner last night in Covent Garden with Lance. We went to a sushi restaurant that was overlit and watched the wilting sushi travel around the conveyor belt under re-used plastic domes whilst he filled me in on his travels to Buenos Aires and Prague. I had a small suspicion he's not planning on living in London long what with this new-found wanderlust. We then went to the Box and admired the steroid-pumping half-dressed bartenders and plotted finding the perfect mate.

It's still bitterly cold here, but the sun visits occasionally reminding us that Spring is, indeed, on its way. If only work would slow down so we could take walks in the park at lunch...