Why I hate living alone

10 reasons why I hate living alone (primary school age children don't count):

1 Shouting at the TV becomes pointless & jeuvenile

2 You end up with loads of half used tins/packets/jars as produce is not designed for cooking for one

3 The knowledge that you've got all evening to do something, means you don't start it till bedtime

4 Bed is somewhere you go to sleep & wait for tomorrow to start

5 You turn into a slob, because who knows? who cares?

6 there is no-one to rant at over lifes everyday problems, so stress levels rise

7 There is no-one to rant at you about lifes every day problems, so you feel less smug & secure in yourself

8 You suddenly notice how many noises your house/neighbourhood makes

9 Your phone bill is astronomical

10 Your mother thinks she can tell you how to live your life again.

Ok, I admit it, I'm not good at living on my own. in fact, I hate it. I've managed to avoid it pretty much all my life. Even when I was travelling around the world, I met up with people regularly, or chatted to other inmates of the youth hostels etc. This is going to be the longest I have spent on my own ever - and I'm already fed up with it. I know some people like it, but it's just not for me. For all his many faults, Mr A does a fantastic job of looking after me, and I miss it. So no real blog tonight, just me feeling sorry for myself.