I am giving myself the morning off. I am in London, in between my Netherlands and Norway meetings and I am off to educate my mind and sharpen my artistic appreciation. Ashlee House, my favourite hostel, is kicking me out because they are full up so I will stay at the Clink hostel around the corner – its a 200 year old building that been a prison, a place of work for Charles Dickens and the site were The Clash were on trial. But heck . . . why am I telling you this when I can be checking out the colorful Egyptian Bibles and Greek manuscripts at the library? Huh????? So I will make like a tree and get out of here.