for the past couple of years, the silver fox and i have scarpered at the mere thought of january, and have been hiding out on beaches instead of putting up with the idiosyncrasies and challanges that winter weather brings. due to crazy business at work, unfortunately it wasn't going to be possible to travel this year, so a very pale me instead busied myself with enjoying lots of birthday food dates. one of which was a rather spectacular weekend of five-star fun with my old school friend emily, who has at long last turned her back on london-town and re-joined us back in the 'burgh. she's brought with her, her husband, her gorgeous baby and a well-honed taste for the finer things ( prêt-à - portea for the 30th birthday and ladurée macarons for the baby shower, thank you very much) in this sweet life. she invited me 'to tea' at the balmoral as my birthday treat, and well, who was i to say no? pleased as punch, i arrived bang on time, and walked into one of the city's most iconic buildi