DC

Last night, as it was rhionnach’s birthday, we would normally have gone out, but the recent kerfuffle (especially the occasional taxi ride to Stobhill) has left me exhausted and us a little skint, so we had a boring meal in; we did, though, watch Playtime — she likes Tati (a woman of taste). It’s pure joy, that film.

And now, I must dash; unfortunately, I can’t shake this exhaustion, and tonight is a moot night, too.