Wednesday, April 02, 2008


I've just said yes to a new place to live. I'm happy with the decision I've made because I won't have to share a house with the woman who is physically unable to keep her mouth closed.

But now I've got that strange feeling inside that makes me question my whole life. Why am I living here? What am I doing with my life? Who the hell am I?

This is the third time in six months that I've had to move house and each time I've had this feeling that I can't quite describe but which niggles away at me and inevitably leaves me in my new room, by myself, surrounded by familiar things in an unfamiliar setting, wondering what I'm doing.