Spotting the Phantom of the opera (well, a West End show anyway)
Instead, with energy flagging, we took a long walk through the West End back to Kensington, popped into an unbelievably posh bar in Knightsbridge where I wanted to punch nearly everyone (nice toilets, though) and was finally permitted to take to my bed at 1am, lulling myself to sleep with Bill Boddy's assessment of a BMW 2500 saloon in Motor Sport.
Next morning it was a tour of the charity shops – I discovered a great one devoted to books where I found a presumably quite rare autobiography of Shelia Van Dam.
This week I’ve got to get to grips with the engine running on the Mercedes 300SE (or decide whether to send it off somewhere) and weigh up the future for the manual XJ-S I’ve bought.
More soon.