I am officially bored. I have checked my webcomics, put in a fair bit of time on Facebook - to the extent that I have even tagged a couple of pictures of the Terry Shrine from our Eurovision party.   We haven't actually taken down the decorations yet, initially because they look cheerful (we have flag bunting in which every country in Europe is represented. Plus Israel.  Why is Israel in Eurovision anyway? I have never found a satisfactory answer to this), and partly in the hope of wierding out our new flatmate, TaxMan.  I have also grizzled at Boyfriend for expressing a reluctance towards matrimony.  I don't actually want to get hitched (although I probably would in Vegas for the hell of it), but the five seconds it took to fire off an email gave me some measure of distraction.

I am entertaining myself by trying to come up with new and exciting ways to scare away TaxMan.  My other housemates, EssexBlonde, ScaryTeacher, WriterMan, CarBootQueen and PokerPro are behing me on this one I think.  EssexBlonde and I are planning to discuss our menses loudly and often.  PokerPro wants to use more extreme methods, but I think I will have to stop him short of actual bullying.  Boyfriend has been informed that we will be having very noisy sex on a more regular basis and is happy to comply.

Why, you may ask, are we being so mean about Taxman?   Because he's a Norman.  You know, wears a lot of grey.   Might mix it up on the weekend by experementing with a little brown.  Can list every item in the fridge and is happy to share with us the brand of fleece he favours.  I am willing to bet that if you perused his smalls drawer you would find neatly folded white y-fronts, carefully labelled with the days of the week.  

In other news, I think I may indulge in a little light painting of the lounge, as soon as Landlord gives me permission.   Must email him about this.  Why is it that, even when bored out of my not-so-tiny mind, I am still to lazy to do the things I actually need to do?   CoolBoss doesn't seem to have noticed that, despite the fact that he knows I have practically no work, I am typing furiously.   Actually he probably thinks I'm audiotyping.   Having a PC based dictating system is pretty useful - I can appear to be working when actually I'm listening to music and bumming around online.   He got back from Spain at three am this morning anyway so he's probably too shagged to notice.

I have BigScottishEx coming over for dinner later, which should be fun, as BigScottishEx is pretty good fun.  Might even play a bit of Hold'em if PokerPro makes it back at a reasonable time.  

Aargh I'm bored again.  New distraction needed...