There is no need to apologise, for the pain has somewhat abated

Last night, walking home, about two-ish, smell of something like creosote in the air around Portland Place, as if RIBA and the BBC had just redone their garden fences for the winter.

On Baker Street, Indian couple, looking lost, asking for directions to the night buses, I think they expected them to all be in one place. Turned out they wanted to get to Wembley so pointed them up to Marylebone Road, but really wanted to give them the cash for a taxi. They did look so very young and disorientated and the 18's a bit sht at the best of times and probably doesn't improve with an N prefix, but I couldn't think of a way to offer.

A fox was zig-zagging in and out of the pillars at the front of the Swiss embassy, I'm sure it was doing it for fun, a sort of nocturnal slalom. It will look good on their CCTV tapes.