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Its been a tough week... 2 of my best friends and their son, my fairy god son left the country on Thursday night so it was a whirlwind of cleaning their flat so they can rent it out and looking after Zac so that they could carry on cleaning then leaving drinks and going to the airport where i had to tell Zac i'd miss him to the moon and back after my favourite kids book that i got him when he was a baby.... there were tears i tell ya... not on his part though, he just said i could have a sleep over at his new house!

(pic, Zac in September in the park)

Then, to top it all off had to admit one of my favourite clients (i know you're not meant to have favourites but i reckon its human nature) to hospital yesterday cos he was really psychotic believing that he was being followed and punching walls trying to find the voices... had to spend hours convincing him that nothing bad was going to happen to me because i'd helped him... and he hates the hospital because its like prison and he was imprisoned and tortured in Iran... joy... just about to go and see him for my first task of the working day today...

Anyway, these things are sent to try us and there are good things happening too, including being booked to do some training for a voluntary drugs project which is going to be a nice little sideline earner... hurrah!

Honestly if work gets any busier i think i'm seriously going to need at least a holiday... My line manager gave me two of her clients to look after while she is on 5 weeks leave in sunny Tobago.... with massive jobs to do on both of them that somehow she hasn't had the time to even start... one of them needs to be rehoused... so i take him to check out this supported housing place, which is fine, and we get on well, which is also fine and handy.... I complete the application form with him and now he has an interview next Tuesday... all fine and dandy you'd think... but unfortunately they require this document that is meant to be re-done every 6 months and has recently been restructured to a 15 page document including the inside leg measurement and preferred sleeping arrangements... Turns out the last document done for this client, although it is dated August 2007 (which is out of date regardless) was really written in February 2006 when said client had just left hospital after terrorising the public and spending all his money on crack cocaine, which isn't really the picture i want to paint of this reformed, hasn't done drugs or threatened anyone since July 2005 man.... so now i have to write a whole new document, which you should do by having a meeting with the client and the consultant and all other involved professionals/ family members... but do you think i've got time to do that... not likely.... I'll be doing a few extra hours between now and next Tueday for sure and i'm already doing a 10 hour day tomorrow!...

Right, thats my moan for the day... feel free to feel sorry for me now!

Honestly.... if you have the chance to go and see La Clique at the Hippodrome in London do it... its just opened there and is playing until Feb i think... its the most amazing show you'll ever see in your whole entire life... and the bath guy is quite possibly the sexiest thing i've ever seen.... its enough to make me want to take up yoga or some such... although i'm sure that feeling will pass... lol

I went out in Chester on the weekend with my cousin and my sister and her boyfriend... how different is it from going out in London... its a crazy place, people cue for hours to get into a club with barely any clothes on and the boys just won't leave you alone... i told one i had a boyfriend and then completely forgot i'd said that... oops... he delighted in telling me many times that he's from the same place as Timothy Dalton... whoop whoop.

Then - we had to cue again for about half an hour for a cab to take us home.... the best bit about it was the poster on the wall of the Hoff which my sisters boyfriend stood by for the whole night watching the meat market feasting panning out... bless....

I've got one.... anyone want it?