Now I know there are people out there who are a lot lazier than me. When legendary American comedian Rodney Dangerfield made a guest appearance in The Simpsons as Larry Burns, Mr Burns’ long-lost drop-out son he declared to Homer, “I’m like a rug on Valium, I’m talkin’ lazy.”

I’m not that bad, yet.

I work, I cook, I go to the gym (occasionally), I read (sometimes) and I do my fair share of the housework.

But if I scroll back five years and think about what I used to be like – at 18 I would play three full games of football every weekend – there are an awful lot of short cuts I’ve picked up along the way.

Take the internet. If I want to look at BBC Sport, Facebook, eBay or any other website that takes my fancy I will often just type, for example, BBC into Google.

Is it because I don’t know the full web address of my chosen site? No. It’s because typing www.bbc.co.uk/sport into my browser just seems like that little bit too much effort.

I can blame that on Google though, they’ve made it too easy for us. They are almost encouraging us men to be lazy, and who am I to disagree?

If I can’t spell a word I put my misspelt attempt into any online dictionary service and wait for them to give me the right answer. I own a dictionary, it’s the thing sitting next to my computer with my can of Coke on top. Heaven forbid I should actually use it once in a while.

Maybe it’s settling into working life that has made me go a bit lazy. I can now (just about) afford to live in a nice fourth floor apartment in the middle of the city.

But city living can be lazy living.

For the first two weeks of living in my apartment I didn’t even know where the staircase was. The lift doors are right at the entrance to the tower block, so why would I use the stairs?

Only when I realised I spent more time each day waiting outside the lift doors than it would take to walk up the stairs twice over did I decide it was time for a change.

Outside my apartment there are two mini-supermarkets, a coffee shop, a bank, a postbox, and two pubs all within about 20 yards of my front door. I couldn’t go for a nice long walk to the shop on a Sunday morning even if I wanted to, they are all just too damn close.

An opportunity to break my lazy habits arrived last week when the tap in my bathroom decided to annoy me with a continuous steady stream of water no matter how hard I turned it.

The washer had gone – even with my limited knowledge of plumbing I knew that. So, I went home and borrowed all the right tools from my dad, he even showed me exactly what to do on a spare tap (don’t ask) he had in the garage.

A five-minute job I was told, but for some reason, over the course of the next week I couldn’t find a spare five minutes to get around to do it.

I did find a spare 30 seconds to ring the landlord and ask him to send a plumber around to fix the tap. Well, he’d probably have nothing to do if I didn’t.

Without doubt the laziest habit I’ve picked up, and not something I’m proud of, is when I am on the phone to my girlfriend.

As holding the phone to the side of my face is one monumental effort I’ve got into the routine of lying on my bed with the phone resting on the side of my head.

The benefit of this is when the call is over I can just flick the phone off my head and have a well deserved nap after 20 minutes of ear-bashing, sorry, I mean conversation.

I’m sure my girlfriend, and every other girlfriend, wife and mother across Wales could tell you another 50 ways their man is lazy.

Let’s be honest, they’re probably right.

I think the only difference is while they will have a good moan about the bad things men do, I actually quite like being lazy.

When I can be bothered.