Dinner was a particularly un-enjoyable minced beef thing. Afterwards I watched some more episodes of the World At War, followed by a documentary about Rameau's Zoroastre.
The people upstairs were more subdued than normal. I could hear the kids from time to time, but their windows were shut. The woman started running her loud machine (carper cleaner, I wonder) at ten past eight for about half an hour. Bed at half past nine.
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