Today is the day for my visit to the East End of London.
The visit today is to the Bethnal Green Museum of Childhood.
Well at least no skinheads who look like they haven't washed for a week. Although one man called Clive did offer to take me up the York Hall.
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds rude.
Luckily I got back to the Palace in one piece and my purse still in my bag. Any chance of somewhere in the countryside next time maam?