Last night

I cooked an unusual combination of things for dinner and thoroughly enjoyed my meal. Afterwards I sat down to Blithe Spirit. I got about a quarter of an hour into the film when the incessant shouting from upstairs did my head in. I switched the film off and took myself to the pub to drown my sorrows. A social acquaintance was already there and we had a pint together. After he left I treated myself to something stronger. I was delighted when the new and inexperienced barmaid charged me £3 for a drink that I know costs £4.50. That was rather naughty of me, but I just thought to myself 'why not?' When I got home I watched This Happy Breed and thoroughly enjoyed it. The old bag had gone quiet by the time I returned. Bed at ten.