A Cambridgeshire spring

I arrived back in England from Canada early on Saturday morning and drove straight up to Cambridge. In the evening, Will and I went to see And Then There Were None at the Cambridge Arts Theatre, which for those who are old enough to remember, was originally entitled Ten Little Niggers and quite rightly was re-named - I think around 1970. If anyone can tell me the exact year, I'd be fascinated.

On Easter Sunday, we woke to find the Old Vicarage covered with a light dusting of snow. It stopped snowing at 11.20am, and my son took some lovely photographs - by 1pm the snow had disappeared - almost as it it had never been there.

I arrived back in London after lunch to tackle the 100 or so emails from all over the world that my PA had left on my desk for me - all of which I'd answered by Sunday night. I'm grateful to so many people for their kind remarks about A Prisoner of Birth. In the evening I went to the cinema to see The Other Boleyn Girl. It's amazing how Henry VIII, Elizabeth and all concerned have now become such an industry. I'm a huge fan of Eric Bana and Scarlett Johansson, but have to confess that I found this piece stretched historical imagination to breaking point. Maybe it was just the jet lag that caused me to fall asleep half way through.