I felt pretty tired, and watched a couple of Carry On films after a very uninspiring home-made curry. I started with Sergeant and finished with Jack.
I turned in at ten, only to be woken up at 4am by 'im upstairs ranting very loudly and banging things around. It went on for a good twenty minutes. I got up and had a fag or two, and managed to nod off again around five. I don't know who lives upstairs, but I think it's the people next door, and that they have a maisonette rather than a flat. I'm going to speak to them when I see them. That sort of thing just ain't on.
I got up exhausted at about eight.
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