Classy

I'm walking wounded today, having woken just after 3. It's a long, tiring day with a lot of quite demanding students. When it's time to go home I have a prolonged panic because I can't find my car keys. Which are almost exactly where they're supposed to be.

At the hotel I watch Dame Helen as The Queen and then head over the deserted street to get takeaway minestrone and salad. On the way back up the stairs I wonder who might sit on this unprepossessing landing. The next floor up sports a lone armchair. Is it feng shui or just plain lunacy?