This is what the South Bank looked like this afternoon except you need to imagine about 5 million people walking up and down and taking endless selfies of themselves.
It was hot in London today. It would be wonderful if in this country you could predict what the weather was going to do but you can't so everyone goes nuts every time there is a hot day. I woke up just after 6 with the sun streaming in the window and not having had enough sleep. I forced myself to go out for a run, the first one since my 10K race. I met Soda Farl just as I arrived home and he looked suitably impressed at my dedication. My knee still hurts.
Mid afternoon I headed to the South Bank to meet Traybake as he had cheapo tickets for a documentary at the BFI. It was a film about the New York Review of Books and it was very interesting but was perhaps 15 minutes too long. I arrived 20 minutes early so sat on a bench waiting for TB. It was thronged with people, mainly tourists, who just kept marching past probably not sure quite what they were meant to be looking at. I'm sure the South Bank didn't use to be as busy as this. Lots of things in London are now so crowded that it is no longer fun to do them; Columbia Road, Borough Market, the British Museum are so busy that there is litte point in visiting them unless you want to be endlessly jostled and like queuing for hours on end. I wanted to buy an ice cream today to celebrate summer but I only had 15 minutes and decided this wasn't long enough to stand there waiting to be served.
After the film we came home and I made dinner. I cooked lasange for the first time in about 15 years and we had that with salad followed by Eton mess. I then felt so full I needed to go for a walk so I persuaded TB we should go for an evening stroll. TB likes to look into other people's houses. It is a miracle that he has not been reported to the police yet.
Tonight I am going to be in bed by eleven o'clock.