Am woken at five in the morning by a call from NHS Direct, or at least from the number 0845 4647. Do not call back. It seems a little more direct than I’d like. Then try to get back to sleep, drifting in and out of dreams. Spend the day, after Supermarket and breakfast, editing some more of the silly little films I’ve been posting here and catching up with various things I should have done ages ago. The films (or videos or whatever they’d be called now) are partly to give me practise editing stuff, partly because I like watching old films of what London was like x number of years ago, usually not the interesting bits, and I’m just trying to add data points for future archaologists. Not very interesting ones so far, but it’s early days yet.