Brick Lane
Dreaming again and woke late. Walked to station and overground to Shoreditch High St for a good lunch at Papadoms with Michael Redman and a good chat. Returned his books and gave him mosaic which he liked. When I got home Daily Mail reporter rang bell asking about Richard Harris who used to live opposite. Is he the man kissing Sally Bercow in the Sun? I doubt it. Last night watched Fake or fortune on Chagall, University challenge and Great British rail journeys.