I think I have rather overbooked my diary this month! London is the cultural + social equivalent of Wonka's chocolate factory, there is a smorgasbord of events for every taste, inclination and budget.
A little retail therapy might just be in order with the Autumn nights drawing in; the lure of a good book and the siren call of the confectioners’ art is all too tempting.
My internet connection is now up and running again after 3 weeks of temperamental hissy fits …hurrah! So to celebrate, here is an edifying poem on a perfume theme in honour of National Poetry Day.
If you can bear to drag yourself away from the Olympics coverage, why not take a break in a sunny spot and get your nose stuck in a book - new, old or swapped!
