In 12 days

I sometimes wonder (like most people I guess) whether I'm making the most of my life. I often reach the conclusion that there's so much more I could be doing, espcially when I have one of those evening where I flick channels on the TV from one crappy American programme to another. I haven't been able to post these last 12 days because I have moved house and switching on a phone line that was previously active apparently takes 2 weeks and 6o quid's worth of effort.



When I look back at the last 12 days I can't believe what I have done. Now I wonder how I ever manage to even think about being idle let alone actually being idle. In addition to the usual stuff like work and eating food and cleaning things I have managed to squeeze in the following:

• moved house- with help of friends but all in the car
• all that annoying address change stuff with gas, electric
• bought a fridge, picked it up and installed it
• bought a tv and other unnecessary electronic gadgets, unpacked them, drowned in packaging and then wasted hours playing games and watching movies
• watched Spurs lose to Fulham then beat Blackburn
• spent day in Manchester at a deaf awareness conference
• had my girl stay over and best mate spent a few days (being ill mostly)
• did stuff with the boy (though this mostly overlapped with playing games and watching movies)
• assembled furniture and the like
• broke a few things to make new place look more like all my old places

So, when all's said and done, my life is at least full if not always fulfilling