All the same, I was not wholly looking forward to the first week on my own in London. I did what I used to do when faced with the same situation in the country: I filled my days and evenings with as much activity as possible; lunches with friends; nights out at the cinema and theatre; a visit by my mother (some of which I've written about below). On top of that I planned tasks for the few evenings I was going to be home alone; to write so many more words; finally organise the study; give my wardrobe a good sort out.
But it's so much easier to increase the pace of your social life in London than it is in the country. As it turned out, the one night I stayed in was taken up by East Enders on iplayer. (I've become an addict). So, as you may have guessed, I didn't get around to the extra-curricular tasks: instead, even if I was out, I came home and took my laptop to bed, going to sleep far too late and waking up far too early. At the end of the week when Husband came home, I was exhausted, and all I wanted to do was to sleep.
I think I could call that a result and proof that the decision to move to London was the right one?
I'll leave you with a picture of the Afternoon Tea (with coffee for us Finns, obviously) my mother and I had at Liberty's. So superior - and less than half the price - to the one we had at The Ritz before Christmas.