(Regent’s Park)

oh god still chasing my tail over here. Sadly, Emily, my wonderful EA, has resigned, as she is pursuing a new direction in food, and I’ve switched agents over Curtis Brown so, along with a massive ongoing project, I’ve been frankly lameass at blogging regularly and this irks me to an extraordinary degree. BUT: from next week, everything is back to normal, and we have some incredible content planned for LLG to celebrate the RHS Chelsea Flower Show.

So please forgive that this is my Week in LLG from two weeks ago. I started my week in Regents Park with the fat rat.

In the evening Brigitte and I headed to the Mayfair Hotel to join Ralph Lauren and Harper’s Bazaar for a world premiere screening of the Royal Ballet’s new production of Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale, with a (slightly shaky) live feed from the Royal Opera House.

Christopher Wheeldon’s full-length production brought to life, for the first time in dance, Shakespeare’s romantic tragicomedy of jealousy and redemption.  With a new score from Joby Talbot, and breathtaking sets by Bob Crowley, it was a truly breathtaking production. Bazaar and Ralph Lauren also shot the most glorious fashion story on the Royal Ballet dancers: this was the subscriber’s cover.

The Winter’s Tale at Royal Opera House

Wednesday was a DISASTER. Bloody tube strike. I spent over £150 on cabs, missed four appointments and got stuck in gridlock all day. It didn’t help that I had four events in the evening. First up was the best invitation ever? A 7″ of The Belle Stars for Weber Shandwick’s 40th birthday party at The National Theatre.

Then a sprint across town in a cab to Jigsaw’s new emporium on Duke Street, and to pick up Brig to head to the Sophia Webster for J.Crew party in Brompton Cross.

Then it was more shoes up the road, as this May, Harrods  hosts Prada. The month-long celebration includes 40 window displays, a pop-up store, multiple screen displays, an elegant Marchesi café, and Pradasphere: an exhibition that traces the company’s multivalent obsessions—from fashion and accessories to art, architecture, cinema, sport and beyond. Pradasphere at Harrods Friday 2nd to Saturday 31st May 2014, 4th Floor, Harrods

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Brig and I went for supper afterwards on Walton Street, and I then discovered that there were no cabs. At all. I walked almost to Hyde Park Corner before finding one. Bloody tube strike.

Next day it was POURING with rain again, so I resorted to wearing my Gothenburg London Viktoria Boots,

to a delicious breakfast of avocado on toast at The Riding House Cafe. (with a side of mushrooms, and bubble and squeak. Feasting like a queen at breakfast, and trying to taper off to a very light supper.)

In the afternoon was CHANEL’s launch of the No5 Eau Premiere at the wonderful Covent Garden CHANEL beauty store. Guests entered through a huge No5 bottle which gently misted them with the fragrance. Luckily, given the torrential rain, there were lovely men with CHANEL brollies to keep us dry, as we wobbled over the cobblestones.

I did a quick store appointment at Hobbs on Long Acre in Covent Garden for my PA on the Saturday, and discovered that they have this wonderful seating area with topiary dogs on the lower level. Perfect.

Still splashing through the torrential rain, I dipped into the Fendi store launch on Bond Street for five minutes. It really was the day of hot men holding umbrellas at fashion parties.

Then it was a sprint across the road in the rain to The Westbury Hotel for Sabrina Ghayour’s launch of her new cookbook Persiana. It is WONDERFUL. Tara and Ayla were there, so I managed to actually see friends this week too.

I hadn’t seen Ayla for WEEKS, bar a quick squeeze at Sabrina’s book launch, so she locked the kids in the understairs cupboard, and we met at Shrimpy’s for Prosecco and a proper catchup. It’s such a shame that it will be lost redevelopment at the end of the summer, as this re-purposed filling station (gas station) has a wonderful view over the canal, and is a perfect place to sit and watch the narrow boats.

Shrimpy’s, King’s Cross Filling Station, Goods Way, London N1C 4UR

My sister had a big Sunday lunch party, so I volunteered to cook for her. I made a huge tray of individual chicken pies from scratch.

When spring does hit  London, it is glorious – I worked all day on the Bank Holiday, but did manage ten minutes under a tree on Primrose Hill with dog, en route to returning it to my sister.

Style Notes:  Hobbs Mimi Bag, Gap Boyfriend jeans, Bloch ballerines. (On The Outnet here!)

Look: you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in its mouth, wouldn’t you? Well, here’s a £65 Mac cable it decided to sharpen its bloody teeth on.

Oh and here is my favourite T shirt from the week’s round of AW14 fashion press days, by Black Score, and available in Selfridges.