Mmm, truffles are tasty. I made up a batch last night of Bailey's Irish Cream truffles, and they're very, very good. Of course, that could just be my addiction to chocolate speaking...

There's not much to be said about today. We went to the market on Portobello Road for a long time, but even there everything's alarmingly expensive, though most vendors seem prepared to barter. It was fun, but very draining, and so I'm enjoying sitting down in the computer lab. Also, we lost Mel, and Diana and I were relieved to hear that she made it back ok, since she claims frequently that she has no sense of direction.

Alright, I am far too tired to be coherent; I hope I wake up a little. Diana and I are thinking of going back to our flat for dinner, and then over to the Tate Modern, which is open till 10.