Holidays are great. Until they're not.

I've been on a holiday.

Not a real holiday.

Just a break from work.

And its taught me one thing.

I am a boring bastard.

I had so much planned, i was going to do so much stuff. And i did a little i guess. I laid my first patio. Yep, big milestone that one. But other than that? I've played xBox, read a couple of books, and tried to start writing a new book myself. Six times I've started it. Six times I've deleted everything.

Now that I'm back at work, oh my god, I wish I had done more. Just a couple of things. Maybe left the house once or twice. Would have been nice.

Oh well. I'm going away in October. Guess I'll have to do stuff then