cold in Oxford!

Lots of sun pouring through the window this morning, so I dressed accordingly. Big mistake: big chill here for early May. I keep forgetting how far north this is.

Baked goods at hotel breakfasts are normally just as mediocre as the pasta I had last night. But the birthday gods are smiling upon me in small ways, and served up a superb apricot danish. A really fabulous pastry. In fact, I’m sorry to say I had two, and I’m not even sure if that was allowed.