A fresh start, ish

Ohh look another thing to divert me from the things I ought to be doing....like filling in my mystery shopping reports, or looking for houses to rent and emailing to harass agencies about organizing viewings or answering yet more mindless surveys in hopes of reaching payout levels a little bit sooner, or even and this comes firmly under the category of 'more time wasting' completing the 'Rear Party Daily Quiz'

hmm well the quiz was a short time waste but none the less it's another ohh 50 seconds less to fill later.

I keep on writing my nice list of things 'wot want doing' and as usual the list is ever growing, there are things on there which I've been ignoring for at least 3 weeks, one of which is to return the 'spare' pair of lovely but impractical boots I bought on a trip in to R a couple of weeks ago, bought three pairs of the same style boot in different colours but decided I really don't like one of the colours so they have to go back soon - my attempts to return them so far have been somewhat hampered by my complete and utter laziness in getting up and walking to the train station - which in turn is hampered by the fact that I have yet to get off my bum and go to the nearest manned train station to renew my railcard, might see about sorting that out tomorrow.

In the mean time I'm sat gazing around the scene of devastation which passes itself off as my bedroom, the view from my sofa encompasses a bed hidden under a heap of clothes which are in need of washing, a pile of shoes covering the two lovely warm rugs, and a random assortment of storage boxes in front of the telly - the purpose of all this, I was looking for my USB phone charger earlier on and got distracted...then went looking for a DVD...and got side tracked in to trying on my latest set of uniform for tomorrow nights unusual shift - my conclusion I look like an idiot in a bow tie, I feel as though a shirt with a collar is strangling me and my arms are clearly too short for my body since my hands disappear in to the cuffs, and the least said about the waistcoat the better!

Still at least the binmen managed to trek all the way from the depot 4 miles away up to the house today so I can empty the box next to my door in to the recycling before the contents jump up and run away.

My point, well tonight I'm not too sure, prehaps to illustrate my utter inability to focus on any one thing at once, thus give some explanation of the posts to follow which are likely to follow the same pattern, random, disjointed and quite likely to give far more insight in the workings of my teeny tiny mind than I would ordinarily give away - actually I'm often described in real life as focused, industrious and hard working, not traits I recognise in myself in the slightest. Interesting really the way other people see us compared to how we see ourselves I suppose.