Yesterday

When I got home I steam-mopped, cleaned and polished the kitchen floor. I also had a bit of a clearout. Dinner was nice; spaghetti with tomato sauce, fried port and olives. That's probably a funny combination, but I enjoyed it. Then there was fruit tart for afters. I had the lovely bottle of bubbly that I'd been given the previous day. After all, I did have good reason to celebrate. I watched one of the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes things, and turned in at eleven. The people upstairs were cunts all evening, but they are cunts most evenings. It's only to be expected, but I am consoled by the fact they will be gone soon.