Monday, April 16. Slow start, then out to locate Westminster Record Office (closed) and University Women's Club - shabby genteel in West End. They too turned out to be closed on the day L was proposing to dine there. Took a fancy to visit St John's Wood where all those Victorians kept their mistresses, so set off in that direction. On the way passed US embassy where security precautions quite ludicrous. If I'd had my bag with me, I would have been tempted to throw it over the wall just to see what happened. Old part of St John's Wood is single-fronted terraces, three storeys with basement, but apparently only one room deep. There's a bit of garden at the back, where the kiddies could play. A limit to what you can hope for if you're a mistress, I guess. Then walking round the edge of Regent's Park to Baker Street. London blocks very long, but many blocks of Edwardian mansion flats to admire on the way. A returned late, after hectic day having to find grounds for an injunction in a dispute between cabs and mini-cabs. Something of the sort, I seem to recall, occurred in 'Carry on Cabbie' - a lesser vehicle, I'm afraid, as are all those with Sid James. Then out to Soho to a Vietnamese noodle place. I made some word play, affirming the noodles were not likely to be more venomous than the ones I had eaten in HK. Not very good, perhaps, but one has to work with the materials available. In the event it was closed, so went across the street for Thai, which was quite adequate. Slept very soundly, but dreamt Lawrence was stealing my ideas on church history, which left me a bit aggrieved.