It really is time to get off my arse. Customer service is a fulfilling and useful occupation. It is also a slow and painful form of torture. Hell is other people. And other people seem to want to drive me insane by phoning me and being rude.
So... what do I want to do? If I asked my family they'd suggest joining the police (I think my poor eyesight means I can't) which would fulfil my Nan's dreams. If you asked my Mum she'd inform you there is nothing in the world I'd rather be doing than bobbing up the Amazon in a raft studying the flora and fauna. She is of course omnipotent and quite correct. But I really think that particular dream of mine is about as likely as my dream of winning the lottery, having a harem of hung, muscled tops and making the world a better place.
So ideas on a postcard people. Give me some ideas... inspire me!