Watched a film called Nowhere Boy last night about the early life of John Lennon. It was interesting, but only because it was about John Lennon. If it had been about anyone else, or a fictional tale I would never have watched it, which is a shame because it was well made and acted, apart from the occasional bad Scouse accent.
Slept well after a spot of reading, woke up at 4am to the sound of the little cat once again being stuck on the wardrobe. Got her down, went back to bed, slept again, but only sort of, and consequently had some weird dreams.
Work was fine.
Came home and went straight up to the in laws for a bit, then, it was 8pm and we were starving so we nipped to the chippy on the way home for tea. I was supposed to be going for a bike ride tonight with Howard but he went home early from work as he was unwell.
This evening, CODBO and then it's the second episode of Stewart Lee's Comedy Vehicle which I intend on enjoying with a mug of warm real ale.
See you tomorrow, which I believe is Thursday, not Friday.
