I Remember!

You know you're tired when you think a bin is actually a Dalek.. Night shifts knock the living daylights out of you, screwing up your body clock like a thin piece of A4 paper and then throwing it in the trash. These last 2 nights have made me remember how painful, dismembering and sad my life was at this time last year and I'm very, very happy that I have done something about it, and won't be doing them for much longer.

Looking at the rota for the next couple of weeks showed that I am due to be doing more nights than I had anticipated, including some at the weekend, which will be as nice as a particularly large bogey. I have just returned from the 2nd of my 2 night shifts this week and am very pleased that I got through them both largely unscathed from the lashing claws of the Goddess of All Evil, and home in just about one piece, even if I am ready to collapse in a heap on my bed, that seems more comfortable than usual. And while I sit here, listening to the Lion King soundtrack, (why not?), I am looking forward to what the next 4 days will bring. I have not a spare moment to think, which is always good, and I cannot see a moment in which I will be bored.

Tomorrow, if I wake up in time of course, I have offered myself for Aspen CC's midweek cup semi-final against some team I don't know the name of yet. I will, no doubt, play little part in what will probably be an Aspen victory, before I move on to some crazy idea of a movie night at Moomin's. Sorry. I really shouldn't call dear Billie a 'moomin', but Beddoe did instigate this idea, and I'm sorry to say, it has stuck! And when I say, "crazy idea", I do mean, "brilliant idea". Of course I do!

This is all before the main event of the week, the 2-day trip to the Valleys! Otherwise known as Sheepland, or Wales, the Family Mitten are embarking on the drive west to Cardiff to enjoy Sister Mitten's graduation ceremony, plus a slap-up meal somewhere and maybe a drink or 9. I am looking forward to this trip immensely. This time last year, I think I would of seen this trip as a useless family outing and I wouldn't really want to go, imagining being home alone as a much better prospect, but it's good to get out of your hometown occasionally, even if the travelling part is going to be deathly boring. As is the actual ceremony probably, but you can't win them all.

Hopefully, we will be back in time for Friday evening, where Master Kettle's birthday celebrations begin with the usual pre-drinks and wasted times that are almost not worth explaining these days, as you now all know the drill. If I am not too hungover, I have decided I will play in this nonsensical cricket friendly in Dunstable on Saturday, as it's something to do, before going back to work on Sunday. D'oh...

Things are great at the moment though. They really, really are. This is by far the longest passage of time I can remember where I have been truly happy, but the thing that is different here is that I think... I THINK... it may never end. By the time Winter comes round, I will be immersed in my new life, surrounded by the brand new, and I will be concentrating too much on survival to think about surviving my own brain. Unlike previous times, I do not presume that this good patch will end.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm winning.