Last night

I got home around four o'clock and cooked dinner. It was noisy when I got back and stayed noisy on and off until a quarter to nine. That bloody kid ought to be in bed much earlier than nine or ten. After nine o'clock it was mother's turn, stomping and bashing around. I watched Nell Gwynn and The Smallest Show On Earth. I had to keep stopping the films until the noise died down. Two-and-three-quarters of an hour's worth of viewing took me from half past five until just after ten o'clock to complete. Very un-enjoyable indeed. Afterwards I read another chapter of the Tim Hitchcock book before turning in at around eleven.