Cheesecake For Breakfast

Tonight was a good shift. I wasn't working with the usual brick wall, instead, with someone who actually put some effort in, and we had fun laughing at the misfortune of the other dude. Even at 6am, the evil of all evil managers came in, switched on the lights after the 2nd power cut in 2 days and then commented on what a good job I had done before saying how she wished the other kid would "piss off". I was stunned. And drove home happy. Things get better though.

I walked in through the door, smile on my face, greeted with the usual bowl of cornflakes that Mother Mitten so kindly leaves out for me every morning despite me hardly ever having them, instead reaching for the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen for something sugary or with a hint of chocolate in. Why should it matter that it's 6.30am? However, today, I went for the fridge, feeling a strange urging towards it and opened it up. There sat on a large plate was half a strawberry cheesecake. Oh, my day cannot get any better! I just finished it off.. yep ... all of it! Now that's a breakfast!

Today, (or even yesterday/today) was/is a good day. I woke up at 11am, thinking it was a bad mistake as I would be shattered for my shift later, but I had promised the Dassman a pub lunch and that is what he got. It was a tad extortionate for what it was, but the venue was lovely and we had a good old catch up about our refereeing, our start to the cricket season and the cruelness that is exam season. I loved every minute of it and would like to do it again some time soon. I then had a net with Boony and Gilly which was eventful, had a couple of hours power nap and went off to work, where the magic began. Only one more shift tomorrow, then a day off tomorrow to go and see one of the greatest comics the world has ever seen, before 2 shifts with the Devil at the weekend, before another 4 days off. Ladies and Gents, life is good. And I can be honest with you, I didn't imagine myself saying that 3 months ago.

Aswell as this, our holiday for the summer is booked. Amazingly inside 3 days, a day trip to Brighton followed by a golfing holiday in the South of England, (somewhere), I simply cannot wait. I instantly booked the days off, not wanting to miss out, and I am already counting down the days. It's something a bit different, unlike the usual piss up that people my age seem to embark on.

Car, money, holiday, job. 4 things that equal a happy man. Now watch things crash and burn.

Ciao x