Tonight

I think I've probably overdosed on TH adaptations of Dickens, as much as I enjoy them. I think I'll resurrect some films from the time when the British actually made good films. The aching is really getting on my nerves. I hope I'll be able to settle down and concentrate. With a bit of luck I won't hear too much from 'er upstairs. She hasn't been too bad for the last couple of days. I hope I haven't spoken too soon.