Times have changed. They must have done, because it is Friday evening approximately ten minutes to nine and all I can think of is curling up in bed with Leo Tolstoy’s immortal novel Anna Karenina. I was never one to paint the town red, and I have always enjoyed classic literature. So the difference lies herein: As a student I would have made the racey double entendre that on a Friday I would be sharing my sheets with an easy Russian housewife. I tell it like it is nowadays. I can finally admit to the fact that sometimes I am boring. Now that I have to work hard to earn an income, the time to relax is in the weekend instead of every morning. When I was a student I did not have a week, I had seven consecutive days that changed only with the opening times of the library and the closing times of the bars. (I just corrected my own typing error. It initially said bras…)
Tomorrow morning I am going to have a long lie in. and then do something useful still to be decided on, followed by a return journey to Utrecht to visit my friends. A pattern of life is slowly emerging and I enjoy the regularity of it. Even though I thorouohghoullilly (how to spell it?) enjoyed my time as a student I feel that the irregularity of being a student did not suit my chaotic state of mind.
I have decided to be a reverse Peter Pan and to try to be more mature. That means to not ignore the dentist, to pay bills when they come through the post and to keep up appearances. This does not mean that fun stuff is out of the question, nor that I was a hermit-bum with bad breath. Just that I feel that I have to start taking life a bit more seriously.