One thing that struck me this weekend is the fact that there is NOTHING to do here! I tried my hardest to remember what it was I did on a Sunday when I lived in England previously but the only answer I could salvage was ‘watch the Eastenders omnibus’. That’s when I thought ‘Oh dear, things really are grim here’ and instead of moping around the house, banging my head against the wall, looking out of the window at the grey skies and screaming ‘I hate this place!’ I decided that drinking half a bottle of red wine whilst watching a dvd really is as good as it gets on a Sunday afternoon in the UK. What am I doing here? WHAT am I doing here?!!! I just feel like I’m waiting to die. All these people are just waiting to die. They just don’t realise it. The words ‘hamster’ and ‘wheel’ spring to mind when I analyse the situation here:
- Get up for work
- Get on packed-out train
- Do 8 hours in an office
- Get on packed-out train home
- Make something to eat
- Watch some crap on TV
- Go to sleep
- Do it all over again
Notice how there’s absolutely no socialising there. No beach or pool time. No feria (that’s a Spanish street fair/party) No trip to the local tapas bar… :( 
I feel like a robot. Must get life back! Must get life back!
