Monday 2 August 1999


Damn this changeable weather. It was raining when I reached St. Pancras so I decided to walk to Charing Cross. The rain had stopped by the time I had reached Russell Sguare, and by the time I reached the British Museum the humidity was back and I was sweating like a pig. If I had taken the underground I would have been at London Bridge by then. Oh well, at least it gave me some exercise.