I made another curry which, needless to say, I didn't enjoy. I ate most of it though. Afterwards I watched St Martin's Lane (1938) with Charles Laughton and Vivienne Leigh. I'd watched it several times, but yesterday I finally got the hang of it. I turned in, exhausted, at nine.
I had a bad night. I was wide awake twice; the second time was for over an hour around 2am. My mind worked overtime all night, and I seemed to spend most of the time turning round. I got up at five, feeling dreadful. After coffee I went back to bed for an hour or so. I don't feel quite so rough now.
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