Dreams can come true

Right then. I'm back in London for another week of training... I'm quite amazed how quickly the three weeks in the office have gone really. It's good though, because I've been kept very busy and had lots of interesting stuff to do in the office, so the tempus has certainly fugited. I'm getting to know how things work and I've been getting quite a variety of work, so I'm getting a taste of lots of things. The people are nice and friendly, and there's a good atmosphere for getting on with some work. It's all quite a far cry from my last unmotivated job, which was one of my reasons for moving on, so that's all good. It's good to be back on training now and learning some more stuff, even if I am getting a reputation for asking awkward questions in class! It's good to see everyone on the course too.

I met up with my good friend Sophie last night, whose wedding I went to a couple of months ago. It was really good to see her again and catch up on what she's up to and chat about life and marriage and jobs and stuff. She's good fun, and we had a good laught together. Rocking. I have to say, that while being in London away from my family is pretty rubbish, it is great to see all my friends who live down here. Clouds and silver linings and all that. I'd never have the time or money to visit people down here, so coming down once a month has it's upsides.

I'm very happy with things at the moment. I'm getting into family life and being married and being a dad, which is cool. The house is great, and we've found a fantastic church, which is really helping me to get settled in the area. And of course, as I've said, jobwise things are brilliant. I think I'm probably happier than I've been in recent memory. While different times of my life have had their good points, I think this is the first time in ages that I can honestly say things are really going well. I'm really happy with how things are, and it's a huge blessing to be honest.

I have this weird thing going on where I feel a lot like my dad at the moment... kinda. Maybe it's just to do with feeling grown up. It just seems strange to be getting up and going to work in the city in a suit and tie and doing my thing in the office, then coming home to my house to my wife and child. It all seems so grown up! I think I am, in the words of the surely venerable Chantelle Houghton, living the dream. It might be a very middle class dream, but it's pretty good all told, so I can't really complain. Score.

In other news, I really want a Nintendo DS. Time to get saving...