Thursday

Ok its Thursday, have worked out that by tomorrow will have done a 60 hour week, so will be a tad tired. Went to do an assessment on a chap at Solihull hospital, lovely fella, wrong client, same name, wrong ward!... was ever so polite about it, daughter was quite a looker!, so not really wasted. yet strangely not interested.
Max has finally cleaned his bedroom, an annual event worthy of note, presently looking at a hugh pile of noxious laundry by the washing machine as I type, feeling dizzy....
He's rewarded with a Cheese salad baguette. me as yet nothing!, as also will be taking him again to Air Cadets tonight, where he will finally acquire a proper uniform and no longer be referred to as a 'Chechen rebel'. Nick names are interesting, am presently referred to as 'Boris the Blade' on Face book, quite like that actually, makes me sound like a Porn Star. Very much feeling like a 'Gigolo' at the moment, and I know why' in a self analytical way; it's a reaction to losing the assumed stability of my last relationship, and the way I perceive the past women in my life. I will adjust I know. I am playing mind games with myself, and this is not good.