Last night

I couldn't face pasta, so cobbled together a sort of minced meat stew, and had it with rice. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and ate what I'd dished up. I watched a lovely, silly film called The Ghosts of Berkeley Square (1947), starring Robert Morley and Felix Aylmer. That kept my attention for a bit. Then I watched some documentaries, but can't remember what I watched. I coughed very badly all night.
The people upstairs were scarily quiet again. I wonder if someone has had a word with them.