For some reason, its not fun to blog when you don’t have to make sure the boss isn’t around… I mean it just kinda beats the whole point of it.
London has been terribly boring. I wait all day for Mr. Specs to come home. Straightening my hair, curling my hair, putting on nail-polish and taking it off, reading romance novels… all house-wifely things get real old, real quick. I AM SICK OF THE IDLENESS!
Cooking is the only thing I really love to do but with only 2 people in the house and no social life whatsoever, putting anything together uses up all the skills I acquired preparing for the GMAT… and its equally draining; trying to divide 1/4 tsp mustard, 1/2 cup cream, 2.5 Oz of flour etc in a ‘Serves 6’ by 3 gets very exhausting after a while.
I know I should take up painting or bird-watching or something to while the hours away but the sheer effort of getting out of bed on a rainy morning and trying to wash my hands at one of those wash basins with cold and hot water taps a foot away from each other… the mere thought is daunting enough to make me want to curl up and go back to sleep. Which I do.
I never reckoned a lack of love for dining out and absolutely no inclination to shop will leave me so handicapped. GRRR!