Two eggs sunny-side up

Sunday
What a luverly quiet morning so a bit of a lie in - you have to take the opportunities when you get them here. Off for a late brunch at the rather fantastic Waverley Diner which is always busy but worth waiting for a table. Your breakfast is served in a frying pan - still think that's a great idea. Obviously wouldn't work so well for cornflakes or grapefruit segments.

Greenwich Avenue was bustling with market stalls and the wafting aroma of many a kebab filled the air as the sun beat down as if it was July. Browsed for a while in some shops along West 8th Street and then set up camp (titter ye not) on a patch of grass in Washington Square Park. There was a great atmosphere - some entertainment going on in the central fountain area attracting the crowds, and a four part jazz band set up nearby providing some unobtrusive background music. Even the dogs were happy and grinned from ear to ear to see their little mates cavorting in the special dog enclosures. Squirrels bounded around us burying their nuts hither and thither. Just lay on the grass writing (I'm getting somewhere with this now - quite excited for myself), reading and chatting. When the sun dipped below the yard arm, meandered back to the apartment via a rather good CD store where you could pick up and scan any CD or DVD for sale and listen to or watch extracts - hours of free fun.

Blimmin' hot again this evening, and not a glimpse of Mrs Slocombe on t'telly. Resorted to more jottings in my collective notebooks.

One week left in New York and a zillion things still to do. Please send your suggestions on a postcard to: Blue Peter, BBC Television Centre, London W12 8QT.