Sunday on Portobello Road

I'm so lucky to live where I do and be a short walk away from Notting Hill.

Extra of Golborne Road.

It's quiet on a Sunday, the shops are shut but the cafe's are full of late brunchers and Saturday night stop-outs.

I walked past Ed Sheeran's new gaff, it was closed, no sign of a menu, just a live music licence posted on the door. Maybe it hasn't opened yet.

I slept for 12 hours solidly last night and although I needed a pay killer when I finally awoke, I didn't when I returned from my walk. Maybe the acupuncture is working. Next session on Tuesday.