Last night

) had some of the previous day's pasta for dinner. It was alraight, but I think I was bored with it. I just couldn't be bothered to cook. Afterwards I watched The Magnet (1950), a very clever Ealing Comedy. Then I watched Etoile Sans Lumiere (1946), a melodrama starring Edith Piaf & Yves Montand. It was really nothing more than a vehicle for Miss Gassion to warble, but I rather enjoy the film. Bed at half past nine.