At nine o'clock tonight Bert and I watched Happy Valley. The truth is I'm all Harried out.
It's just past ten now, I have switched on my electric blanket and very soon I will be going to bed with Elizabeth Jane Howard.
Tomorrow I should receive a phone call from Noora at British Telecom. She is a good person but I do not expect anything to come from the call. I will not tell Noora that Bert has threatened to take a shotgun to the telecoms box up the road and blast it full of lead because, and I quote him,
Then everybody's internet will be fucked and they'll have to send an engineer.
He definitely won't be doing that. It's just crazy talk.
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