Sam and E.J., outside Chamomile

When, I ask you, does an activity become an obsession?

I was meeting my lovely, lovely friend Bronwyn for a coffee & chat in the Primrose Hill area (a stretch of road called England's Lane) at her & her husband's favourite new weekend brunch spot, Chamomile. We were having such a good time that I decided to bunk off my yoga class & order eggs. And then, two coffees later, we split a cupcake and the most fabulous baked ricotta cheese this side of the Atlantic. But here's the sick thing (and, granted, we're only as sick as our secrets): the whole time we were talking, I kept my eye on a couple just outside her peripheral vision. I was multi-tasking, basically, but soon as they got their bill, I was up like a flash, asking so shoot them. I nearly knocked over a chair, blocking their path to the door.



Sam, E.J.'s wife, is due in January, and she actually thought I was joking, when I said I liked their look. It was a cold damp day and they clearly were going for comfort, but I love the combination of colours and the way his orange Abercrombie & Fitch sweats are so complimentarily compatible with Sam's navy Converse ones. (That's one thing I've discovered about myself: I break my rule of 'no orange' if it's paired with navy, or purple.)

I hope she has an easy pregnancy and delivery, because that's one lucky child about to enter our world. They are delightful.