This whole getting-up-in-the-morning business is becoming a problem. I suspect it's that I'm doing the old 'I'll go to bed at 11 so I can get up tomorrow morning, oh I'll just watch this film' routine. Early nights must become a priority, I feel, if only so that I can get in the shower first.   In Flat Five, the shower is a nice idea badly implemented. Clearly when the flats were built everyone was at least a good foot shorter than me. As it is I can wash from the upper chest downwards. Anything else requires strength of knee. Chris has the same problem. Mark does not.   We have neglected to obtain a TV guide for the week. This is bad - I now sit and watch TV at random which is resulting in a very poor diet of Sunday night tedium. Oh well.
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