The next day I made some calls, tried to sort out my insurance and get some money back for all the shit I had to go through, no luck, everybody I spoke to just passed the blame on to the airlines, they said they weren't responsible, blah blah blah. Apparently I wasn't firm enough with them. I was starting to get a bit depressed about being back home now so I hurried up to get ready and head out of my house. I went up to see my uncle in London as I needed to get a Cuban visa and the embassy closed at 12.30 so I had to either leave my home early to get there or just stay over at my uncles flat. The way to his flat, I was delayed on the tube (what a surprise on London's famous underground) and had to wait at Piccadilly circus for ages, change trains or walk to somewhere that had a direct train to Kings Cross. I got off, wasn't going to wait around for ages, I had plenty of time but wasn't going t waste it stuck on the tube. So walking to the next station seemed like the best option, plus it was a beautifully clear day, lovely and hot and sunny. On the way to meet my uncle, Frank, at his life drawing class I stopped off in a charity shop in Belsize Park to have a look around. I had the urge to buy some beige linen trousers, I thought they would make a good item of clothing to have in a hot place. I found some, they were perfect and only £6. I bought a load of books too, they had an offer on of three for £1, bargain, so I had a look and accidentally came away with seven, I had one in my hand to put back but it got muddled up with the ones to buy and ended up coming with me, didn't notice until I got to Frank's studio. Frank was at his studio early so I met him there. He was just chilling out, relaxing away from his flat and he had a couple of hours to kill before his class was due to start. The model was a very attractive young woman, perfect to draw and should keep my mind off the shit that I have just been through but it didn't work, I really wasn't feeling the drawing so I left and went to the nearest pub and had a couple of pints, drowning my sorrows in a way.