Ive become a bit of a recluse lately...I spent a much time in here as possible, just reading, snoozing, daydreaming and doing bugger all.
I tend to feel annoyed when anything pulls me away from my little den.
People are starting to irritate me a bit...oh dear, why is that. I
wince when the phone rings, or the doorbell chimes.
Ive even noticed resentful feelings hanging around the edges of my conciousness when dear friends and family members come by and subtract precious hours of doing bugger all.
I make dates to go out and do things, feel enthusiastic at the time, and then dismay grows as the time of the appointment draws near.
I mean, hell, i enjoy it when i push myself to go out, but I REALLY
have to push myself.
is this middle age??
Oh and i crave quiet too, and am driven to distraction lately by shrieking kids, car alarms, and the ice cream van that visits every evening without exception, playing a hideous electronic version of the theme tune to match of the day. It makes me want to weep!
And TV. just cant stomach it anymore.
Whats with this???