I spent much of the day working on the auction catalogue, having an early dinner so that I had time to upload the photos, so that Weeza and Ro will be able to access them in due course, and still have time to wind down afterwards. I can’t work up until bedtime any more or I can’t relax enough to sleep. Nor can I go straight to bed if I’ve been out or if people have been here. This doesn’t matter of course, better to listen to music or write a blog post or read a book than wriggle around wishing I could sleep.
Since LT is away, I’ll soon amble upstairs – trying to remember to lock the doors first, which is something I used to be poor at when I lived alone – with a cup of tea and I’ll listen to the radio, first in the bath and then in bed. I’ve got Little Dorrit downloaded (when I say I’ll listen to the radio, what I mean is that I’ll use the iPlayer app on my phone because I hardly ever listen to anything live any more) and I was planning to listen to that, but it may take too much concentration for night time. I’ve also got Bulldog Drummond and various other things that might be lighter.
I did mean to watch television, but I forgot. IPlayer, Netflix and so on have put paid to television as it’s broadcast too, but they’re not the cause of me giving up in the first place; it’s the huge number of channels. Perhaps I give up too easily, but if I look through the listings and can’t see anything I’m really keen to watch right away, I don’t bother at all and, possibly, miss something later I’d have liked. I can’t quite work out the reason why, when there were four channels, I was likely to pick the best of the bunch but, when there are dozens, I am much more picky. It surely should be the other way round.