To Islington Library where I met Viv, then to Starbucks where we sat upstairs and wrote our poems.  In the museum I saw the dark goggles children had to wear when getting UV "sunlight" treatment, and it prompted a vivid memory of standing round in a circle in our vests and knickers.  It would have been about 1948, food was still rationed, and we poor inner London children were deemed to be short of sunlight and therefore Vitamin D.  It was at Finsbury Health Centre, and that's probably where I went.  I also got some idea of what the war was like for my Dad - Islington was bombed for 57 consecutive nights in 1940. Although a young man, he was not fit to fight, and was involved in clearing the rubble and carnage. What must it be like to be bombed, night after night?  How do people endure it?

To gym this afternoon - have lost 2lbs - only 3lbs to go before I reach my goal - yippeee