The problem with blogging is that when you have time to write something it usually means that nothing is happening in your life. The most exciting thing I did this weekend was to get the power washer out and clean my patio.
It’s all a bit pathetic really, but that’s my life nowadays. What happened to those weekends where I staggered in an out of pubs, laughing, having fun and making a fool of myself ?.
What about those dodgy nights in Manchester meeting strangers for dangerous liaisons back at their place?.
A bloody patio wash?. Is this what it’s come to?. And to make things worse I still woke up the next morning feel like death. Aching body all over, just because I’ve done some form of exercise that I’m not used to.
Welcome to my wonderful word of boredom.