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I am cooking again. Flicking through food blogs and the plethora of food magazines I subscribe to (but could probably get free from work). Last night, calves' liver from South Kensington farmer's market, flash fried, with polenta and braised onions. Brownies. Today, Nigel Slater's plum cake.

I emerged from the post-Ibiza blues, finally. Stopped holiday-smoking. It's no party. But you get there. Thank gawd.

London is cold but I made myself go out on Saturday night with a new friend. Once out, it was not so cold, with overhead heaters at Cafe Boheme. Cute shepherd-like waiter. The clubs were hugely disappointing.

My hair is chin-length short, something I have wanted to do for many winters but talk myself out. So I had a good-hair-day, walked in to Mr Toppers on Goodge St. 'Me Gustas Tu' was playing and so it was meant to be. The boy who cut my hair was an Asian Marc, so it really was meant to be.

Will be coming home for Christmas and I'm so excited!