Sprightly Saturday!

After pissing myself off and heading to bed early last night (9:30pm on a Friday - ridiculous), I woke up this morning feeling really, well, rather happy.

Having had a shit night's sleep (as per usual) and waking up early (as per usual), instead of feeling groggy and grouchy (as per usual), I felt quite contented (not at all usual).

I was up, showered, dressed and out and about by 9:30am, wandering round the supermarket without a care in the world or a frown on my face, thinking only of that cup of freshly brewed black coffee that I'd be drinking once I got home. Even the thought of the cleaning and washing didn't put a dampner on my mood, so laid-back was I.

I must admit that I was slightly perturbed when I got back to find my flatmate watching fucking 'Supernanny'. I thought her 'Eastenders', 'Jeremy Kyle' and all-bad-American-soap-watching habits were bad, but things are clearly getting out of hand.

Nothing that a gentle nudge in the direction of BBC One, and consequently a much more tolerable 'Saturday Kitchen' couldn't cure. She can thank me later date for saving her brain cells from an early decay into imbecility.

I didn't even get wound up when she sat idly watching me do all the housework without offering to lift a finger, only to then retreat swiftly to her bedroom as soon as I got the Dyson out. What did she think I was going to do? Vacuum her up to make a point?

Surely she knows me better than that by now. If I wanted to make a point I'd say: "Would it be at all possible for you to get off your arse and assist with cleaning up the mess that you regularly create, seeing as you do live here too and should therefore probably contribute somewhat, even if just to offer your assistance from time to time, please?"

Much simpler than blocking up the vacuum cleaner, and less chance of her assuming I'd done anything in error.

So anyway, aside from all that, I'm still feeling good. I don't want to admit that this change may have come about since I've stopped drinking, or since I've started back at the gym, because that would then prove that perhaps I do drink too much and that in fact I perhaps would feel better to knock it on the head for a bit.

So I won't admit it, and instead will say that it's down to the sun shining, that I'm young(ish), free and single and that my new job is way more enjoyable than my old one.

And I'm sticking with that!