Recently I have been spending a lot of time on t’interweb at work so I promised myself that I would try harder to stop blogging on company time. After all as a manager with two direct reports, I have responsibilities now and it’s no longer acceptable for me to blog all day while my team work their nuts off.

So, I decided that I should imposes some sort of blogban and decided that I was only allowed to spend half an hour a day blogging from work, and that I should leave the main bulk of my internet activities to ‘hometime’. I thought it would be easy, 5 minutes in the morning, 15 at lunchtime and 5 mins mid afternoon with 5 minutes to spare for blogbrowsing throughout the day.

But in order to get my fix I have been spending hours and hours plugged into the web when I am at home instead, so much so that I think it is having some adverse effects on me, and also on those around me.

These days I find it difficult to go a day without some sort of internet activity. I think that I have turned into a geek and an addict. In fact, maybe it’s the onset of addiction when I start wondering if I would be far more blog-efficient if I could just hook the USB from the broadband modem into my arm intravenously.

Last week, after a mammoth 5 hour stint of blogwhoring, Bubs turned to me, waved, started prodding her finger into her own arm and said in a forlorn voice

“Hullo, it’s me. I’m a real person. Look you can poke me.”

The following day whilst blogging again my other housemate Red asked me what I was doing.

“Blogging,” I replied sheepishly.

“But you’ve been on that laptop for hours” Red replied, looking a little concerned even.

“Well, I’m looking for new blogs to read. And maybe even some inspiration.” I pouted.

“Inspiration?. Well why don’t you leave the house from time to time?” She suggested helpfully, "get a life?"

We laughed and chortled, but then I got to thinking....as much as I pay my virtual friends a lot of time and attention, perhaps, maybe, I have been neglecting my real time friends?

On Sunday, after a fun-packed weekend I made a pact with myself to make more time for my mates when I realised that my two housemates had gone to extreme lengths to keep themselves amused. That they were maybe even missing any form of human interaction from me. I had heard a kerfuffle and when I turned from my chair and laptop, I was greeted with the absurd sight of Bubs and Red, still dressed in PJs, frozen in a shoulder-head smackdown.

Two mini forces to be reckoned with, vice-locked in a monster effort to entertain themselves.

Ladies and gentlemen, this was real-time, housemate wrestling that I was witnessing. I kid you not. And let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight and I am still scarred from the whole experience.

Further proof perhaps that I really do need to get out of the house more. And maybe even take the housemates out with me.

But first...I think I may just check some blogs out very quickly...

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