Wednesday, April 13/2011

Down to Oxford St. by bus. Lilacs now out as well as cherry blossoms. Selfridge's is always a pleasure to stop at, though we seldom buy. Three pounds for a very small but no doubt exquisite petit four. It's really pornography of the very nicest sort.

After supper over to Angel to meet Kristen. First pub we try is too full, too loud, but the next is good upstairs. On Upper Street - but what was it? K enjoying London and now has flat share.