I went back to work today, the same day as the Prime Minister.   I know he has been much criticised for taking two holidays, but I have found two holidays very therapeutic.   So, I returned freshly shorn with a spring in my step which lasted at least up until lunchtime.   Our wonderful Head of our Red Collars said that he did not recognise me which was a trifle unnerving.   Was it the light tan or the haircut or simply that he hadn’t seen me for a few weeks ?   Lunch was at the Wolseley which was fuller than the tube train.   Several people have commented that my last blog about being back in London was a trifle gloomy, but today London was at its best.