Monday, September 18

If you play your cards right you can get a Bolt from Vartiokylä at 5:30, get on a plane at 8:00, arrive at Heathrow at 9:30, check into the Travelodge in Balham at 12:00, and be walking around the West End at 13:00.

That constituted my morning.

An hour or so later I find myself in Chinatown. I look for some familar landmarks but everything slides away from me. Either I have started my journey to senility or the area has witnessed a lot of regeneration.

I will try to find the fish and chip shop I took Auo to, but I cannot work out where it used to stand. Either it has gone or the whole block has disappeared. The longer I walk the more I suspect the latter.