Occupational Therapy

Once again I'm really bored, there is actually so little to do in the evening around here and thanks to one thing and another I don't have a hugh amount of spare cash with which to indulge myself. Not of course that there's anywhere to go - the nearest pub would be greatly improved by an arson attack and the only one that was even half-way decent has been closed no doubt to be redeveloped as luxury flats, which is all well and good if you want somewhere to live but not all that useful if all you wanted was to get out of the same four walls and have a quick pint and pretend you have a social life.
So I'm left with all kinds of house based activities - like rearranging the CD collection by shape or colour of the box - or finding a load of excuses for not doing the laundry a day early (like if I do it today what am I going to do tomorrow?)
Perhaps I ought to take up a hobby of some kind (although not like Mister Squeaky who's main activity is causing mischief...)