Wednesday 27 January

Sleep is a problem. One pane glass windows and doors that allow the friction of a silk robe to be heard in the corridor is problematic. The last of the party people get home around 4.30. And then they stop outside my window, where three paths cross, and chat, shout and brawl for a while, until they decide to go home and have a pee so that the trickle of in the pipes than run in my room can keep me awake for yet five minutes. I spent the day setting the computer up. Half awake, half asleep. Office, Norton, retrieving mail etc.