I had a lovely steak dinner with a lovely salad, then watched The Runaway Bus starring Frankie Howerd, Margaret Rutherford and Petunia Clark. Meanwhile my brain was more than usually busy and I didn't feel settled, so I took myself down the pub for half a pint. I sat out the back on my own , but the music was very annoying. Soon after I sat down they turned up the volume so I got up and left. When I got home I watched Hitchcock's Strangers On A Train. That was passable, but at least I didn't need to concentrate on it. I amused myself listening out for hwens, hwys, hwats etc, and people talking variously about moyder and merrrderrr.
As I was getting ready to go to bed, I realized I couldn't find my phone. That was a terrible shock, as I was convinced it had been next to me as usual. I panicked, and felt very distressed that I must have put it down somewhere, but had forgotten moving it. I thought I had completely lost a moment in time. I sat and had another fag, and sat there feeling shaken. Then I had a brainwave and looked in my overcoat pocket. It was still there from when I'd gone to the pub. I really must try and learn to be more careful. Bed at half past nine.
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