I did some housework before settling down to The Third Man (1949), starring Orson Welles (at the end only). I'd forgotten what a bloody good film it is. I treated myself to supper of French bread and cheese. I particularly enjoyed it, as I don't usually have anything so late. I finished off with another bit of housework before turning in at ten.
During the course of the evening, my close person contacted me to say she would't be coming today after all, but will come next week instead.
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