Dreamed of reading a juvenile detective novel, but losing my place; walking through British museums and along British streets; trying to catch a gang of fraudsters; noticing that I hadn't shaved and had a beard like Father's. (While I was away I'd forgotten that he grew a beard.)
Went shopping.
Dinner was lasagna.
Still rather dizzy from jetlag.
Saw Roman Polanski's Macbeth at the Cinematheque. It was quite unpleasant and a bit too slow. I had trouble staying awake.
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