Last night

I watched some silent Laurel and Hardy films, which I didn't mind. I had some of my leftover chili con carne. I've eaten the same thing for five days out of six, so I think it's time for a change. I had a bottle of wine to relieve the tedium, and feel a bit coshed this morning. Sleep wasn't ideal. I spent a lot of time awake. Ideas were rushing past me as if they had been tipped out of a mail sack.