I feel awful. My poor memorial is suffering terribly at the hands of that warm rascal Spring. Our garden has stolen what little time I had and has demanded that I plant, I weed, and (if the guilty truth really be told) I sit and I drink tea and I enjoy the warmth of these last few weeks and the first buds of Spring. Meanwhile I worry my memorial is wilting with the lack of attention it has received over the past month and I know it needs rejuvenation with the new images I have collected and must add on. Not today though. It is sunny again and so it must languish some more. Not to worry, a cold spell is forecast for the week after next and so at last some love may be turned this way. I have not forgotten Diana though. Perhaps I could argue that I have been visiting other memorials as I did get a chance to take Emily and Toby to the Lady Diana Memorial Playground over the bank holiday weekend. It was wonderful and chaotic and very very busy. I don't think I have ever seen so many children packed in to such an area. You would expect howling and tantrums with so many little ones of so many ages and yet I didn't see a single tearful episode. The pirate ship is marvellous. It looms high above the park and keeps all the children far too occupied to consider the normally imperative issues of he did that and she did this. It is a wonderful place and so simple. Why are there not several pirate ships in every park? I feel I must write to someone. Is there a Minister of Play? I was of course hoping to sneak off to see the Diana Memorial fountain or at least go any pay my respects and send a good wish at Kensington palace... but the Pirate Ship was just too good it seems, and sadly I was allowed the Nana-time to do exactly neither. Perhaps next time. Perhaps next time I will add the photos. Perhaps next time I will clear out that sideboard drawer I have been meaning to tackle for the last twenty years...