Yesterday evening

I went home in an even stranger mood than the one I'd woken up with. I was too bored to think about eating so I cooked another curry for a change, and made parathas from some of the dough that I'd frozen. Afterwards I watched all the episodes of a TV adaptation of Nicholas Nickleby, and I must say it was very good. I had to stop watching it for about three quarters of an hour when the noise from upstairs became too unbearable. Bed at something past eleven.