Yesterday was usual terrible sunday, didnt want to do any work and just generally wanted to sit around and not do anything. Had some terrible junk food to try and cheer me up which did a reasonable job.
Something weird, when I was a wee guy my parents developed this habit of coming in and checking on me, peaking in the door on a regular basis – ignoring all sense of privacy whatsoever so I could have been up to anything if you get me. To the point where my flatmate, who is a perfectly nice fella was walking around and I found myself nearly scrambling to shut everything down – TV and all – to avoid being caught staying up late. What is that? is that some form of trauma or something?!
I remember years ago Gemma stayed over, this was even before we were together, and my parents were unusually quiet. Because they had a “guest” and yet when I stayed overnight they lumbered about waking me up any which way they like. I thought alot of that yesterday. Made me so angry!