...subideal in many respects. I haven't got a definite place sorted out in The Metropolis yet, so now all my admin stuff (bank details, car registration, subscription to 'Wabs') is addressed to Chez Walrus. The upshot of this is that I live with my parents OFFICIALLY. Gnaa! Sproo! Flee!
But, in this shiny new virgin year, I have decided to always be POSITIVE. So rather than dwell on the cessation of adventure and death of my soul that all this would normally bring; or look wistfully through the window, wondering wot all my friends are doing (probably at work); I am going to list the GOOD POINTS of living with Mr and Mrs Walrus :
- They are nice, and only nag me about what the hell I plan to do with my life when I'm awake.
- I am taking over the role of chef from my mother, which I enjoy. Not in the least because now I have twice as many ingredients to choose from ('Shall I make this pasta sauce with basil OR oregano ? The choices are ENDLESS!').
- I don't normally watch TV, so doing so here is novel. I delighted in watching the response of my folks to the gay snog on 'Torchwood' last night - my mother giggled hysterically, and The Walrus peeped at it gingerly through his fingers.
- I get to blog.
Actually, I am finding the respite from the real world mildly relaxing. So I think I shall put off dusting my armour and polishing my arsenal until tomorrow. There'll still be a world to take on then.
