The picnic season unlocked, bonus frostbites and deer poo, but overall a great Sunday in Richmond with what's admittedly the most delicious scones in London (courtesy of the Pembroke Lodge).

Finally, after parting our ways for a little bit with an amazing concert of Christine and the Queens in London's Koko

..and releasing our adoptive daughter Agush for her trip into the moroccan desert* and after her battling a long-lasting virus that seems to be descending upon a vast majority Londoner's lungs lately, we have managed to plan for a first picnic of this season.

Deceived once again by the forecast claiming 18 degrees and London plunged in the heat greater than in Barcelona, I attended in shorts and might therefore very well conclude this whole Sunday experience with pneumonia, but the basics of our operation - sitting on the grass and eating - had been satisfied.

We talked for hours about anything and everything, as with the really good friends you do so seamlessly and no matter the subject, it seems important and fulfilling.

We had mozarella, and avocado, and chicken leftovers from Saturday and we came to a realisation that no matter the loser stunts we have pulled recently..
with David going through a major job and flat drama before Xmas,..Agush being effectively unemployed and dreading going back to hospitality..and my current contract running out in two months with a future more than uncertain, we never really felt bankrupt and depressed and like having that 'rough patch', because no matter what happens outside, we have good friends forever preventing us from hitting a rock bottom.

*learning that the thin clothing in combination with heat and moist and a repeated steady thrusting of camel's back against the intimate area could actually potentially (not being for a razor sharp focus and clenched teeth) hurl a perfectly respectable lady towards a climax