At 6.30pm, I was ready to get into my pyjamas and come to bed. It’s now 1.20am and I’ve finally achieved duvet.

Why do I do this? Throughout the day, my body can barely function because of fatigue, yet each weekend, the opportunity for restorative sleep is shunned in favour of crap on the TV.

Perhaps it’s because I know that I can lay about until gone lunchtime. I have no plans of a weekend; nothing to get up for other than chores. No company to keep, other than that of the little dog and maybe my parents. I am my own person, answerable to nobody, with nobody to judge me or care what I do with my time.

Being single has so many advantages and I actually like it, but I’m coming round to the notion of being part of a we again. There are things that are missing like having somebody to send share the most banal thoughts with, conversation, laugh until you’re sick with, somebody to cook with or for – not to mention intimacy or even love.

When you have a huge part of your being ripped out of you, you feel like the only thing that can fill that hole would be the same shape as the person who left it, or indeed the person who left it. But it heals over and you grow back to fill the space, at least in part. I’ve come to realise that I’m never really fulfilled, that there’s always something missing unless I’m with somebody. Everybody deserves somebody special, everybody should be part of a we. If only to have somebody to bring us coffee – or to make coffee for – of a weekend morning.

Fucking hell, I’m the most awesome person I know! Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to be with me?

Could it be the weather?
Spring has sprung, according to the calendar, yet it snows and the temperatures struggle to get above freezing. What on earth is going on? I have stuff to do to beautify my yard and borders and we’re still suffering winter weather.

There must be a department of weather somewhere within government. The environment agency must surely be working with the MoD to develop a methodology for weather control. Just what the hell am I paying my taxes for?

Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does a bloody thing about it. It’s a national outrage. Yet people whinney about a bit of horse meat in their burgers! This country has got its priorities all wrong.

Sleep, finally
As the wind batters around outdoors, I shall finally lay my head down and dissolve into a long awaited slumber. But as I do so, the thing on my mind will be, why on earth didn’t I buy those hot cross buns when I was in the supermarket last night?