Tower Bridge

Aye. Doh! I'm still here. In London. A prisoner in my own body. Spending too much time socialising. So little time thinking. I bought the Guardian at 10pm! 10pm! I'm so ill informed. Someone could get one over on me. At least tonight I remembered to buy a bottle of water to take back to the hotel room; last night I had to face the water from the mixer tap in the bathroom sink. You can just make out my hotel window on the extreme right of this superb shoat. Time for kip!