Lure of the Sofa

Well, it's been nearly half a year since I posted anything, so what have I been doing?

The truth is, I'm a lazy bugger. Possibly the most lazy fitness instructor in the world. Ah the irony! I'm trying unsuccessfully to resist the lure of the sofa. On far too many evenings I get in from the cold and dark and there it is - my trusty siren friend, complete with a pile of little cushions, two or three remote control devices, a fleecy blanket and (all too often) a packet of cookies. I'm telling myself that this is just a brief phase which allows me to adjust to that awful time of the year when suddenly daylight seems to be a rarity. Or perhaps I'm just turning into Homer Simpson. The apartment is slowly turning into a haven of convenience devices. I can now speak to my sister on the computer and simultaneously view her webcam as she pulls a variety of faces at me. I can order Sushi on the internet. I can watch DVD's from my bed.

Perhaps I exaggerate a little. Amsterdam is still providing its daily delights and disasters. I just haven't been writing about them. So here I am again, trying to make up for it.