Recently I was going through a quiet period, I met up with some good old friends that I hadn’t seen for some time got some reading in, resisted the temptation to drink to much, didn’t resist the temptation to eat to much, and went into generally lazy mode.
And all of the time I was climbing the walls with boredom, ennui aint in it .
But then I got sprung with twelve hour days, seven days a week, including bank holidays.
The Diamond Jubilee ?
Forget it, I wont be seeing much, if any of it, and that will be on tv if I dont fall asleep on the couch.
While one part of me is enjoying the fact that being busy is stopping my mental faculties eroding away, I’m very much fitter in my life style etc.
(And it isn’t doing me any harm financially either.), the other part of me is thinking, why am I so bloody knackered !