Dreamed of burning the last of the wood in the fireplace of the Sackville house; reflecting that Star Wars was basically about teenagers in space age hot-rods; seeing the Lost Horizon musical on TV and reminding Moira that she'd called it the worst movie she ever saw. (Or was it Margaret who said that?)
Went to Primrose Hill. Then I went to Hampstead and walked along the Heat a short distance. (I got caught in a cloudburst.)
On the way back, I picked up four Sunday newspapers for the people back home. Between them, it's a heavy load!
Took a photo of the Chinese gateway in Chinatown; London seen from Primrose Hill; Hampstead, where I think I got a picture with a rainbow [It didn't show up]; Hampstead Heath; Tavistock Square, with its statue of Gandhi and monument to conscientious objectors.
Dinner was a pork chop.
Saw Takeshi Kitano's Zatoichi at the nearby Renoir cinema. (It cost more than The Rhine Gold!) It's a samurai swashbuckler about an invincible blind swordsman (Takeshi). A familiar story, directed with new-age hipness and terrifically entertaining. [I liked the final sequence with most of the characters dancing!]
Phoned home in the evening.
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