Having a life style, or having a life

It's not as if I had planned to do anything, so doing nothing should not be a problem. It is though. I feel my weekends should be full of Fun. I spend the week working my arse off (just in case Boss falls across this) so I think my weekends should be spent doing all the things I want to do. Invariably, they are spent farting about, reading a book or two, visiting a cafe on Mill Road with a spot of hunter-gathering at Tesco thrown in for luck.

Why can't I have a life style? I used to. I went the gym and enjoyed it. No, really I did. It wasn't just that there were lots of twenty-something Lycra gym bunnies to watch - although that helped. I liked the whole experience from arriving in the car park, swapping chat with the receptionists, nodding to the guys in the changing rooms and all the effort I put my body through on the equipment. There was a sauna, steam room and a big whirlpool bath where I could chat with the guys afterwards. I used to cycle through woods. I used to visit bars. My time was filled, but my life was empty.

Once I met my Beloved, my life changed. None of that seemed necessary. I was a bit busy with travelling between our homes and even when I had time to sit in one place I didn't feel the need for anything else. I used to have a life style because I didn't have a life.

Now that I have a life, I need things to do. I feel at a bit of a loose end when the Beloved is working on Her book or playing the piano. My saxophone is so much louder and a lot less neighbour-friendly. I don't really go out much in the evenings. My friends all live in Oxford, London or further afield. I need to make some in Cambridge, I suppose. My Beloved mentioned something about that before Christmas.

I don't know. I like coming home, closing the door and sitting with a book, a glass of something and a cat on my lap. I have the love of my Beloved, a roof over my head and full larder. Nothing else seems necessary, except perhaps at about 2:30on a Saturday afternoon.

I spent most of yesterday evening browsing other blogs. All life is here. I had no idea that Christina Aguillera (sp?) had a blog here. If only I had known earlier.

I've added a photo. It's gruesome I know, but the truth will out. Perhaps I should have chosen that as the title for my blog. Too late. It's probably not even true itself. I mean it's not true that the truth will out. It is true however that it's not really funny.

I'm waiting in today for our piano to arrive. My Beloved wanted an indoor hobby which wasn't writing so She decided that She'd take up the piano again. She used to play a long time ago. We spent some time clearing almost enough space for it in the living room. We'll see later today if we've done enough.

I'll let you know.