Last night

I felt pretty exhausted when I got home, so started cooking early. I had wanted to make something nice for dinner but didn't have the energy to think, so I had another curry for a change. I finished eating well before five. Afterwards I sat back comfortably to watch Margaret Rutherford in Murder She Said, but had to stop it at about twenty past six. The herd of children upstairs were deafening, stampeding around shouting and screaming. That went on continuously until after seven o'clock. It wasn't just horrible. It's more like psychological torture. I can't wait for those bastards to move out. After a while I watched the end of the film and turned in at eight.