I'd only gone into town for the sake of something to do, feeling slightly guilty that I wasn't making more of a sunny day. But I found myself entranced by Watteau's exquisite drawings at the Royal Academy. It was as if I could hear the rustle of silk - and the music - and smell the scent of wig powders and pomades. So maybe that's why I wandered up to Liberty, for a spritz of something expensive and rose-scented (I'm shameless) ... then down Regent Street, looking very festive

hung with Union Jacks (I'm no royalist but I do think The Guardian can be a bit miserable) ... then into Golden Square, where you can almost imagine a shopfront like Gersaint's.

And there my elegant afternoon disintegrated into blatant consumption of cinnamon buns here.

(Could somebody please let out my corsets?)

And even worse ... I was mugged by a green Easter bunny with white sugar ears. In a shop where royal wedding cupcakes are miniature works of art. (Scroll down to see.)

Alas, Easter bunny cupcakes do not travel well by Tube during a heatwave.

And he was a green, squishy mess in the bag by the time we got home.