The rest of yesterday

In the end I cooked a meat sauce to go with pasta. It came out very well but I soon got tired of it, but ate everything on the plate. After dinner I watched The Bulldog Breed (1960) and Press For Time (1966). The first was moderately OK, and the second was embarrassingly bad. In fact I was annoyed throughout, but couldn't be bothered to switch it off. Norman Wisdom looks much better in black and white than in colour. It was uninspiring to see a fifty-year-old leering after much younger women. I went to bed with the hump at half past ten.