Since the 14th of February, Ooh Sometimes once again has resembled the Arctic Tundra in terms of content; empty, void of life and full of dancing penguins. But that hopefully will soon begin as the impossible has been realised. No, not that. Nor that.

But remember that nice post all that time ago (Self contained luxury madness) complaining about countless websites offering large studios for £345345 per minute only to have something which resembled a car park with boxes? I have now for the moment secured one of those overpriced pieces of real estate and now am at the mercy of the various telephone / broadband providers, awaiting the return of the internet at home.

I’ve only been in the room/cupboard/tin foil masquerading as a studio flat for about a day or so now, and so far, it feels very very strange. No-one else in the room, just me. No one fighting over the microwave (because there isn’t one), no forced small talk, no re-enactments of that dodgy scene from Pulp fiction with the gimp, it’s all very different.

And last night, I honestly had no idea of what to do with myself (Stop it at the back) as this is the first time I have been a free spirit in quite some time. I don’t mean in relationship things, far from it, I mean in the very real sense that this is literally the first place that is all mine to with as I see fit. Quite odd really.

And now I feel comfortable too, even beginning slowly to start again slowly a fair number of things I used to, like this old blogging thing for instance, wandering round town, laughing at people, crying on the inside, all the wonderful things that I did before. Maybe things are on the up now?

Nah, let’s be fair, it’s going to still be one post every 6 months….