I woke up this morning to discover that the heating had been on all night. Somehow the timings had gone a bit haywire (this is why I don’t normally let G press any buttons*). The thermostat was registering the temperature as 24 degrees and I’m still waiting for the place to cool down.
One of my neighbours put a card through the door. When I moved here she told me that she was married but her husband lived abroad. I have never seen him and am pretty convinced that he doesn’t actually exist, particularly as she gave me a cheque recently and that had her title as “Miss”. Anyway in the card, it was signed from here and some chap. Except I have never seen a man there and have not been aware of there being anybody else at her flat. Perhaps she now has an imaginary boyfriend?!
Yesterday G and I went to see The Thirty Nine Steps, which was very good. It was a comedy and well done. It was definitely based on the film rather than the book, as I read the book recently and there were all sorts of things in the play that don’t appear in the book. After that we went for a bite to eat and then to the Royal Albert Hall for Carol’s by Candlelight, which was very nice and we got to sing along. Neither of us were in as good voice as normal though, as we both are a bit unwell. However, there was a choir and several thousand other people to make up for our deficiencies.
I will probably not be about here for the next couple of days so Happy Christmas. I hope you have a peaceful and enjoyable festive season.
*I don’t actually know that it was G, but *clearly* it can’t have been down to me.
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