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.