To the sofa

A man cold, limp-raggish with a sore throat and sinuses. Did not go to the gym nor did I walk 10k steps. Instead I loafed. After breakfast, I loafed and worked at poems on the gold sofa, while Lorraine cooked lovely things during the day including a roast. More evilly, Beth melted a mars bar in milk and dribbled it on ice cream. This was really nice, but utterly reprehensible from a diet point of view.

Beth and Emily, after displacement activities, worked for hours on the script for their dissertation piece. What they have written is funny: for they are funny girls. Then we watched populist, low-falutin' TV: the X Factor then, more controversially, Match of the Day where Chelsea sneaked a win.