My Chinese takeaway was bad in more ways than I had expected. Not only was it badly cooked, but I think the food itself might have gone off. I had a couple of mouthfuls and disposed of the rest. Instead I had chocolate and cakes; very enjoyable but not very sustaining.
It was so peaceful at the new place. I had forgotten what a quiet evening at home was like. My brain was working overtime, but this time I could think without all the unwanted, antisocial interruptions. I had Tim Hitchcock's 'Down and out in Eighteenth-Century London' to hand, but found myself only looking at the pictures. I was too busy thinking.
I turned in reasonably early and had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. I can't remember the last time that happened.
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