On Saturday I caught the train to London to spend the day with Robert, having dropped Lucy off at work. I was still reeling with the thought of where Graham's wallet might be, so it was very comforting to see a familiar face waiting to greet me at St Pancras. The sense of security didn't last long when we managed to lose each other on the way to South Kensington on the Underground, I jumped on the train and Robert didn't. It didn't matter, in the time it took for Robert to catch up, I was engaged in trying to explain to a Japanese tourist how to get to Leicester Square. First we headed for The Victoria and Albert museum as I wanted to see 'At Home In Renaissance Italy' having seen a write up of it in the Sunday Telegraph magazine. Unfortunately the most interesting bits were those reported and there was little else of note. Robert took more interest in the strange squeeky noise caused by the square floor tiles rubbing together when people walked on them, than in the exhibition.