Mum got home yesterday (yesterday, given it's now almost 3am). And the first thing she says to her favourite son after being away for 4 weeks was something along the lines of "Oh noes, you need to lose weight!" Thank you mother dear; I missed you too.
And just as I was getting used to the whole living-by-yourself business, too. Though I have to say that it's a fairly tiring experience, above all else. Having to do your own cooking, cleaning, washing, gardening, and other stuffs on top of working every day did start getting a little tiresome.
Having said that though, I really wouldn't mind moving out into my own pad somewhere sometime soon - the feeling of independence is liberating, which is kind of nice. Maybe somewhere smaller that doesn't need as much upkeep. And preferably closer to work so I don't spend 2 hours every day commuting. And... maybe... somewhere that comes with its own maid. In any case, something worth working towards. :3
Go, Go, Pardoy Rangers!