The outside world is full of spring blossom at the moment, from the palest delicate cherry pink to the deep rose-red of budding magnolias. At one point we were walking along the street, completely surrounded by a swirling snowfall of petals carried by the wind. "I call moments like this food for my soul," said Mum, who we were visiting for the weekend. A Saturday spent op-shopping revealed more pinky treasures - a wool blanket edged with immaculate pink stitching, a blancmange mould (have you ever made a blancmange? I haven't), and a set of little flowery tumblers. Doesn't take much to make me happy!