The morning comes. You look at your clock. Its 7am. Youre alive and feel great. Today is your day. You will run. You will talk to people. You will make a salad. The thing is, living by yourself is great but, just like Hugh Grant says in About A Boy, its about being your own activities manager and living your life like a TV show. You have to make yourself do things because no-one else will. By 12pm, the house is clean, the spider is, er, gone (well ignore that) and youve been for a run round the park. Life is great. Of course, living with others is great too but when you live by yourself you can pretend youre a rock star. You can take on wild beasts in the comfort of your own home, or defeat Jason Voorhees. You can cheer for Rocky taking down the Soviet Union or laugh at the fact that no pants day is an actual thing. Living alone, sometimes its harsh but mostly, its great. Apart from the spiders. Theyre bloody terrifying.
