It has been a week since I left New Zealand

I have seen two cats. One in the window of a shop along Camberwell Church Street. I've passed this shop twice and seen this cat with a huge urge to stop and greet the cat and have a cuddle but it is in a shop, which I think is an electronics shop or something, I haven't actually had a good look at what the shop is. The other cat was while I was on a walk down through to the Brockwell Lido and Brixton. It was running away as it was so stopping and calling puss would have seemed a bit over enthusiastic, especially since there were people walking behind me.

There aren't many cats down this way in London, or they are all inside cuddled up to the central heating.

On the other note of

being crytoscopophiliac - people don't seem to want others to look into their houses and

windows often have those gauzy

curtains. I guess when your front window is street level, privacy is desired.

There were a couple of nice places that I could see into. Taking photos is probably not so easy but I may try in the weeks to come. Also any London cats.

On a note not including cats or looking through people's windows, I am sta

ying in Camberwell in a sublet for a month.

Everyone is saying that the weather is colder than usual. Typical.

I have eaten all but one of my Whittaker's slabs.

On Monday I took a train out to Dover. I went down to Denmark Hill train station, paid £35 ish for a return. Went via London Bridge, had to interchange there. The train to Dover was late. At Ashford International the train split in half with some carriages going one way and the other carrying onto Dover.

Dover was cold and drab and not very interesting. The castle is very dramatic perched on its hill and sadly I didn't actually get a photo of it from the bottom. I did get one leaving on the train. Not very exciting.

I went for an interview, the interview was alright. I was able to have a look around the castle and as there was a strike on (for a good reason and I fully support their cause) so the fires that usually

warm the great keep were not lit and it was quite chilly. I ended up talking to some interpreters, one of whom was able to pinpoint my accent to Wellington - not sure about that one, that could have been a wild guess, and got invited back to the staff room for tea. A nice social excursion in the sad little town of Dover.