This weekend is a Bank Holiday Weekend. I'm not sure why they give us May Day off here. I assume it has more to do with the traditional Roman Festival than the power to the workingman reasons, but I would like to think it is a mixture of both. Singing The Internationale around the May pole maybe? My plan was to relax Friday night. Maybe go to the pub for a pint but no more than that because after two nights of drinking, I felt pickled. Saturday was yoga in the morning then a walk along the river then maybe a movie in the evening. Sunday was Kew Gardens, Monday is David's birthday lunch at David and Amanda's house in Kent. Then life happened while I was making plans. Friday after lunch, I felt a tickle in my throat. Full on cold. Blah. So. . . no yoga and no Kew today. I'm hoping that tomorrow I will be ok for David's birthday. I did make a nice soup yesterday however. I took Barbara Kafka's recipe for garlic broth and mixed it with some ingredients from Rick Bayless' Mexican chicken soup. Even Stuart had some. I was well chuffed.