Last night

When I went to the freezer I realized that I'd run out of frozen hamburgers, so I defrosted a fresh one that I'd frozen. That was dinner out of the way. Then I settled down to the compilation of articles from Punch, dating from the mid-Nineteenth Century. I went and looked at my balcony from time to time, and enjoy the things I have grown. The bastards upstairs started shouting at around 9pm, but it didn't go on for long. The stamping followed by the crashing around went on for longer, and I found it impossible to settle down afterwards. Bed at ten.