I had an early dinner then sat back to watch The Yellow Balloon, a marvellous British film noir. The loud music started at half past six, so I switched off the film, but it only went on for ten minutes. It completely put me off the film, so I read another few chapters of Liza Picard's book about Victorian London. Afterwards I resumed the film but couldn't get back into it, so off it went again. Bed at half past nine.
I slept very badly, and woke up frequently during bad dreams. I got up during the night to pick up all the bedding off the floor and make the bed. I flew out of bed with the horrors at a quarter past seven.
This morning was the usual fags and coffee.
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