February 15th 2011

First entry into my diary.
For some reason I once more feel the need to keep a diary. I almost typed dairy there, and I have no need to milk cows or make butter.
I've wrote a blog in the past but to be honest it ended up being a caricature of me. Still I deleted it, perhaps foolishly as I think the real reason for writing a diary is simply to keep a record of whatever things I get up to in my life. It's something to look back on and see where I was, to reflect on and to hopefully create some kind of legacy.
I don't think my life is particularly exciting or anything, but I think it's good character building stuff at the end of the day.
At this stage in my life I am a mental health nurse. A part-time actor. A father and husband. My wife, Angela is a wonderful lady with whom I have been with for 16 years. She has a job in keeping me sane and the money is lousy.
My son is 9 and I wont really go into much more detail than that, this being the internet and all that entails.
Today I woke feeling just as tired as when I went to bed. A hearty breakfast of 'Monkey wheels' and a slice of toast enabled me to attend such exciting events as 'Health assessments for looked after children' and 'Basic life support'. These were typical NHS training events, were all the nurses looked as though they had been deflated partially. I was due to undertake some IT training but the chap running the course couldn't be arsed, so I went to meet friends for dinner. The thing is, I had arranged to meet them at 5:30pm and I got to the pub at 4:30pm. I sat in the car looking like a stalker. Well maybe that is a bit strong, but I was wearing a wax jacket and frankly they can't help but make you look a little disturbed. So, I sat in my old car, listening to 'Talk Shite' radio and reading 'Yes Man' by Danny Walllace.
I'm enjoying reading this book, it reminds of Dice Man a little, and of course at some stage in my life I wanted to roll the dice and see what happened. But I'm over that now.
Dinner consisted of a large fish, some squashed and somewhat greasy chips with a sea of mushy peas. All for the princely sum of 10.95
My guests this evening consisted of Ros and Kieran who have both retired and Nikki who is still working as a nurse.
The evening was pleasant enough but I wanted to go home. I've not seen my family this week as I'm in rehearsals for 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'. This means that for 4 nights a week I'm at the theatre and 3 nights I would rather go to the gym.
I've put weight on too. That's not good. I'm so knackered all the bloody time.