And we're back to shots of my various wanderings around London. Today I had to deliver letters to various theatres in the West End, so it was perfect for a little detour through Chinatown.
I'd love one of those lanterns in my room - would be slightly 70s crack-den chic but I still think they're pretty.
As well as my detour through Chinatown and my deliveries, I also had a haircut (and now resemble a Wishing Troll). I love getting haircuts, it's like putting on makeup or wearing odd clothes - a chance to dress up, to become someone else, and boy do I need that.
Also, because hairdressers tend to be incredibly wise people. Mine and I were discussing where we wanted to be. I tapped the copy of Elle on the counter. He told me about his days of free work at Fashion Week. Then I told him about all the contemporaries of mine who are ahead of me now, who have jobs and are on their career paths. Then he told me that that's only for now. That soon they will tire, and I'll catch up.