The first beautiful day of the year - not a cloud in the sky, blazing hot sun shining - and I'm stuck in an air-conditioned office. [Actually, I'm told this weekend was lovely, but I didn't see a great deal of daylight.] Working here last summer was lovely - we'd all congregate in the sun in the little park behind our building. But the patch of green is no more. It is now a building site, soon to become the optimistically-named Hampstead Theatre (it's nowhere near). Peering out the window, though, I see the workmen have the right idea - they're all draped on the scaffolding, shirts off. Not as attractive a sight as it might sound, I'm afraid.