There were two things on TV worth watching last night, after all. The documentary about the Coram Hospital and MESSIAH was moderately interesting. Next on BBC2 was a compilation of pop and rock performances over the 50 years, which was fun.
Easter, weirdly, often fills me with despair. I certainly feel glum this year.
R Next Door actually came round, to give me some litter and stuff no longer needed by the late Cat. She wouldn't come in, or talk, though. Just said she can never recover.She looks like hammered shit. If she doesn't stop crying, she'll end up with grooves down her cheeks like St Peter! What can I do about it? Bugger all, it seems.