A slightly more rarified dinner than usual as it was a celebration day and we went to one of the small, expensive and experimental places for dinner last night. It was a nice dinner, and less blighted by the various dietary restrictions than usual. At the end was a souffle, which made me wish that souffles were more commonly served than they are these days. I think I last had an old-fashioned cheese souffle when I was 13.
Other than dinner I stayed in hiding all day, since I was in one of my periodic states of seclusion. This whole living with other people is very difficult indeed. Thank heavens I do have a room to hide in: this is an unusually large flat, so each couple got two bedrooms: one larger and one small dark room. I use the latter as my study and hideout, although it is fairly dismal, with little natural light coming through a narrow barred window with a wall about a metre away, and no table or chair, only a small bed and a row of closets. But it is a hiding place, with a door that closes.