I went to the shopping mall to have a look at the other pound shop. It's not as good as the first. Then I went back to the place I ate at last Saturday, to take advantage of a discount. That was a real treat.
When I got home I put the washing machine on, and watched a dramatisation of The Signal Man by Charles Dickens. It's one of the dreariest things I've ever seen, but couldn't be bothered to watch anything I needed to concentrate on. Afterwards I watched a different film version of Oscar Wilde's An Ideal Husband, before turning in at Ten.
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