Let's catch up..

How have you been?
With being back at work, and having an unpleasant domestic atmosphere, I’ve had to retreat mentally and detach myself from reality for a few days, which is why I haven’t been appearing in Blogworld. 
Most of my supermarket time has been spent in the office. The Area Managers are worried I might aggravate my shoulder further and sue them so they’ve stuck me on ‘restricted light duties’ which is both good and bad. It’s good because I don’t have to be on the shop floor for more than thirty minutes at a time, so I’m not getting wound up by lazy incompetent staff and ignorant demanding customers; but it’s bad because I don’t have to be on the shop floor for more than thirty minutes at a time, so I’m spending most of my day on my own doing mundane clerical tasks and dwelling on how I’m wasting my existence.
Philippa seems determined to make my homelife even more disturbing than my work life is. She’s angry at me for clinging on to TheLoveMachine instead of buying a new car. She’s also angry at me for going cycling in the evenings instead of sitting next to her on the sofa watching Britain’s Got Shitting Talent, and as far as I can tell she’s also angry at me for being a 29-year-old man called Rory.
Yesterday, in the grip of yet another cold day with a cold wind, I stomped into the kitchen and said “I’m sick of this sodding country. I’m going to find myself a job somewhere warm and sunny and emigrate”
She slammed her salad bowl down and shouted “Good, because I’m sick of you moping around the house like an infant”
Just another fun weekend in The Life Of Rory. 
Today should be slightly better. We’re off to see Ted and Beryl so at least we don’t have to argue about what we’re going to eat and who’s going to cook it and who’s going to sit where while we eat it and who’s going to clean up the kitchen afterwards.
Plus, Philippa can help Beryl with the preparation while I chat with Ted in the conservatory, and that way we can go most of the day without snapping at each other. 

Just a quick thought to interject at this point - do you think I use too many commas?

I shall leave you with a burst of haiku:

Week of weather woe
Nearly at the longest day
and still feels like March 

RC 9-6-13