As I write this, big fat flakes of snow are falling into my back garden on Easter Sunday.  And did you see the hail on Good Friday?  There are probably metaphors here, if you were that way inclined.  I'm not.  Plus, it's hard to imagine a meteorological Passion in Bromley.

I reviewed The Dog of the Marriage by Amy Hempel in yesterday's Guardian.  A brilliant book, about which I've threatened to eat my shoes, so watch this space.

I also saw God of Carnage on the West End on Friday.  It's the new Yasmina Reza play (she who wrote Art and who seems like a fantastically difficult woman, doesn't she?), translated by Christopher Hampton, and starring Ralph Fiennes, Tamsin Greig, Janet McTeer and Ken Stott.  I went in wary of intolerable pretentiousness, but it's actually quite funny.  90 minutes, no interval (so £45 is a bit steep, thank you very much), but it flies by like a really smart sitcom.  It was still in previews, so the timing wasn't quite right and Ken Stott played to the audience too much, but not bad.  Very middle-class French.

And, tooting my own horn (I'm allowed), a very nice early review of my own book on the Bertrams website.  Toot toot.