It's not that easy to blog when your parents are around. My computer is in the main room and so they can see everything i do.
"What are you doing ?" is the question i've been asked more than once this weekend and it's driving me potty.
At least when i lived with them i could disappear up into my bedroom when i needed some space. But now it's not that easy. For a starters theres very little in there other than my bed. And secondly it seems a little rude when you have visitors to stay.
For some reason we all seem to think we've got to talk all the time. I crave 10 minutes of silence. And i've given up the TV to their programs rather than mine tonight. Not that there was anything particular i wanted to watch. But X Factor would have been preferable to The Antiques Roadshow and they don't find Harry Hill funny so sat in silence all the way through looking perplexed.
On the plus side i've eaten more food in the last two days than ive had all week because my Mum "did a bit of shopping" on the way over. And i even awoke to the sound of her vacuuming the front room bless her. Dad has given me some tips on sorting the garden out that both of us know i will ignore and we have had a bit of a chin wag about old times that was fun.
It's nice, and i've sort of enjoyed it. But i''ll be glad when they've gone back home again.
I've not had a wank since Friday and i'm fit to burst !