My morning began today at 6am. A silly time if ever I heard of one… Very little happened between the time of 6am and 6:25. At the new and improved silly time I said the words “oh that’s not good” as I re-awoke to realise I only had 5mins to leave the house to get my train. I am now sitting on said train with a somewhat “rushed” look about me and limited food in my stomach. As I have no food to eat and I dare not risk the train trolley “food” I shall proceed to explain the in’s and out’s of my week.

This week so far has been fairly ordinary, enjoyable, but nonetheless still fairly ordinary. There has been some badminton, some fixing of an old ladies internet connection and an element of tidying my room (which although it’s better than it was, it still requires a considerable amount of time).

The final piece in the puzzle this week is a pantomime for a local drama group I’m involved in. Tonight and half of tomorrow I will spend doing lights for a very cheesy rendition of Aladdin. Like many of the lighting jobs I do it will be a rush job. It will make the most of some pretty crap bits of kit and by some small miracle they may even thank me for my efforts (I cross my fingers now just in case).

As I’m watching Christmas approach I have a mixture of feelings. I do enjoy Christmas, but I’m almost looking forward to after Christmas just as much. Simply because as yet I don’t have too much to do. I’m sure there will be a shopping trip to Bluewater shopping centre and I know I have at least one birthday present to locate. I even know I have another pantomime coming up in a little over a month, but even with that I feel like I haven’t much going on. It will be nice to have a bit of a break, maybe even sleep late for once… Although as I sit here on the train that possibility seems quite remote. I know for starters that tomorrow morning will be spent making my room look considerably more presentable than it is now…

In other somewhat unrelated new I burnt my finger while working on my lighting rig last night at the dress rehearsal. This is now the second time I have scared a finger by melting the skin. Its only a small melt, but enough to make a nice little line.