Saturday night

Dinner was rather indifferent. I wonder where I went wrong. Afterwards I started watching a televised production of The Importance Of Being Ernest. I've had the dvd for about ten years but never got round to watching it, mainly because I so enjoy the fifties version with Edith Evans etc. After about half an hour I stopped for the usual reason and picked through a book. I resumed the film some time later and turned in at tenish.