Laurie has come to stay for a week, sleeping on the side of my bed that Raoul has vacated. This morning she set off early to see Anish Kapoor as the exhibition is in its last days. I didn't want to pay the entrance fee again and so instead wandered the streets of Soho. I like how banal and docile the Windmill Mens Club looks in the morning sunlight.
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