Last night

I went home planning a steak and kidney pudding. When I got home I realised I had very little flour, so I made a stew instead. It tasted lovely but the meal wasn't even remotely enjoyable. Upstairs had started up, so I ate to a background of the most hideous, and at times deafening noise. When things settled down I put on Donald Pleasence's film Dr Crippen, but watched the second half with the sound turned off because the noise that had started again. It finally quietened down at a quarter to eight, and I went to bed at half past, feeling totally worn out by it all.