Yesterday

I had a simple meal that I didn't particularly enjoy, then sat back and waited. At twenty to eight the usual noise started, but it didn't go on for very long. That shocked me. I didn't know what to do. I left it a bit and it was still quiet, so I put on the version of An Ideal Husband with Michael Wilding and Glynis Johns. At shortly after ten I heard the sound of crockery being moved around. Either she was tidying up or, hopefully, she was packing it away, ready to move. Bed at some time after ten.