Yesterday

I made the curry for dinner, but had lost all interest in it by the time it was cooked. Afterwards I watched a film I've had for years but never watched; Le Retour de Martin Guerre. It was very good. The people upstairs were quiet all evening, apart from some noisy outbursts. The brats piped up just as I went to bed at nine, running around with raised voices, the little girl giving out screams. It didn't keep me awake though. The tablet saw to that.