Yesterday

When I got home I found a letter inviting me to a compulsory 'event' at the workhouse in a fortnight's time. I practiced the pieces for tomorrow, had dinner and watched Alive And Kicking. I had to watch it in dribs and drabs. because that kid upstairs was being a right cunt. It was one temper tantrum after another. Screaming, wailing, shouting, stamping and bawling its fucking head off. That went on until a quarter past nine. I had completely lost interest in the film but was determined to watch it. Bed at twenty-five past nine.