Short post by a very tired person.
My niece is back from Amsterdam for the weekend (feeling a little homesick, I think), and today I met her for lunch and a stroll around the Euston Road. She seems to be really enjoying herself, and brought me a stroopwaffel and a nice postcard of quinces. With any luck, I should be able to get over to see her before spring is out, perhaps by train. It's been another beautifully sunny clear spring day, with even a hint of warmth, but we spent lunch and most of the afternoon at the Wellcome Collection, looking at their current temporary exhibition, Identity; Eight Rooms, Nine Lives. Very interesting, but a bit hard to describe, and so oddly organized that it wasn't until I got home that I realised we'd missed two of the three rooms. Then we had a quick look at the British Library (lots of nineteenth century photographs), and headed home, where I found myself far too tired to stew the rabbit I bought yesterday. Must cook it tomorrow.