Reflections

Work, swim (one year to the day, if not the date, that R took me swimming for the first time in ages, still going strong-ish, smashing), no tickets, quiz, a graceful defeat.

Spent quite a large part of today dwelling on last night's film. It annoyed me less than many previous Haneke films. Tears were shed. But the personal interest had me thinking, possibly morbidly, about the conversation with 999 if it happened again.