Yesterday evening

I enjoyed a repeat of the previous day's dinner and then sat down to Carry On Up The Jungle. My nephew used to love this film when he was about eight years old, but then he grew out of it. I could say the same thing about myself. I switched it off after about twenty minutes and spent the rest of the evening watching some of the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes things. Bed at eleven. It was quiet all evening, and that put me off my guard. I settled down eventually though, and relished the peacefulness. Lovely!