Whistle stop trip to NY last weekend to see G, visit the Joaquin Sorolla and the Art of Spanish Dress exhibition at the Queen Sofia Spanish Institute, hit the charity shops and run some in Central Park.
It all went pretty well apart from the bit before the plane had even taken off on Friday night when a bag fell on my head from the overhead lockers. Turns out they do injure people. I had, and still have, whiplash from that one incident over a week ago now. I am all glamour.