T O T K a t

I was brought cake last night. From Paris. From the CEO of a smallish B2B finance company. To apologise for depriving me of J over the weekend. I'm not all that keen on cake, but this is damned good cake. I'd made nice dinner for us too; roasted salmon with black pepper, dill and lemon, with olive mash and steamed cabbage and leek. With a South African unoaked Chardonnay.

My life is nothing if not interesting.

And this morning, the weather has broken and the sun is shining. Though I still miss Buenos Aires, I think it might just all be OK.