Day Six: In which I wish I could make a trip to York

I have a moment of doubt, when I set out this morning without so mch as glancing at a map -- but my direction sense holds, and I find my way to Covent Garden without a single misstep.

(The Covent Garden area is nigh-impossible to miss, what with all the theatre marquees; the actual square itself is rather more thoroughly buried.)

( Don't click through if you don't want to hear museum designers criticized. )

That makes for a fairly late night, but I don't mind. I feel a bit more like myself today -- got a good night's sleep last night, the first since I arrived here, and had a full day that didn't involve being gimpy. So that's pleasing. Now bedtime, and tomorrow, the police!