Last night

I ate the remains of my Italian-style oxtail with some spaghetti and enjoyed it. Afterwards I watched three Bulldog Drummond films: Bulldog Drummond Comes Back (1937), Bulldog Drummond Escapes (1937) and Bulldog Drummond's Bride (1939). I should have watched them in a different order; the narrative might be as follows: he homes back, gets married, and then escapes. All good harmless fun, and requiring no concentration. I went to bed at ten.