My body reacts to the warm, dark room

Up late, such that by the time we get to breakfast at a local cafe, it’s already lunch. But I have breakfast anyway.

From there, walk to Borough Market (get fudge), then to Tate Gallery shop, then home – tea, fudge and a lie-down (still feeling ill), and then to the V&A for a prowl around the new Medieval room, and then the concert of Indian Classical music. My body reacts to the warm, dark room by falling asleep, but that’s actually not a bad reaction to the slow bit at the beginning, which went on for longer than I thought it would. Excellent, though.

Home, picking up fish and chips and beer on the way. Get home. Consume. TV.