Also saw a strange old film, TRACK OF THE CAT, that I remember seeing at the cinema with my parents, when I was about four. ( Nobody much cared, in those days about stuff being inappropriate for kids, unless it was sexy.) I was quite scared, but don't think I mentioned it. You never even saw the killer panther, but heard its alarming growls. There was a lot of loud, intense music, eerie snowscapes, and a spooky old Indian muttering balefully all the time.
Actually, it was a pretty decent picture.
I left my purse at home AGAIN (Senility beckons-) and once more, I was allowed to have coffee, and owe them for it. After that, I was meaning to go to PC World and drool at stuff, but noticed that Wandsworth Road was slowed down worse than usual, and there were a lot of sirens, etc., so I thought fuck it.
I've been searching for ages for my pretty little silver Claddagh ring. It was quite delicate and thin, not my usual style, but I found it in the street years ago, and liked it. I think it must have slipped off my wizened old finger, outdoors. Hope someone finds it who will also enjoy it.