Introductions....

So. I have a blog now. I am blogging. I'm a blogger.


It's very possible no-one will ever read this. I can't say that's completely fine by me, given my insecurities and low self esteem; but equally given my tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve and spill too many beans about my life to anyone who will listen, maybe that's not such a bad thing.
I think I am half seeing this Blog as a place where I can do all the talking I do that irritates people, by putting it into words (or rather pixels).


I've seen lots of Blogs lately. People with books to publish or promote; people with careers to advance; those with opinions to voice; mummy bloggers with little ones just starting on parenthood and making sense of their journey; parents with children who have conditions that they battle every day of their lives and who I admire more than words can say.


I'm not special. I have none of the above. I'm just a girl (even at my age I think of myself as a girl-I loathe being referred to as 'this/ that lady' in shops) trying to make sense of life.


I am married to R who is my rock in life and who I love intensely but is also the person who infuriates me the most. No doubt there will be more of that if I continue this. I have a beautiful talented teenage daughter who also drives me bananas. And a pre teen son who is my baby and the light of my life. Except he's taller than me now and isn't keen on my calling him 'baby' anymore. More on them & the fact I hate yellow food (except sweetcorn) at a later date.


I have a complicated family on my side (not ready to go there yet) and In Laws who are quite frankly both lovely and barmy and maddening all at the same time.


I cry a lot. I am a sucker for rom-coms but I also appreciate good cinema (or I like to think I do). I love stories of all kinds  - in a former life I graduated from London University with a 2:1 in English. I couldn't live without music ,although you'll find little on my iPod that was recorded after 2000. And I love telly. I'm not a snob about what I watch, can't stand pretension. I don't care if you think I'm uncool, I am, I'm so un-hip it's a wonder my bum doesn't drop off.


Oh, and I'm a grammar nightmare. I have been known to correct erroneous apostrophes on public posters  with my eyebrow pencil. (Omission or possession people - NEVER plurals!).




I love wine. I love food, particularly Indian & Chinese/Malaysian. I love to travel,yet paradoxically I am a terrible traveller (who else gets a nosebleed merely on the way to Gatwick?) . I cant drive. I'm superstitious. I'm fiercely loyal. 


Basically I can talk you (and drink you) under the table.


So. 


This is me, then, trying to make sense of stuff, where there's too much month left at the end of the money, too many teens, parents, pressures, the odd sprinkling of depression... just muddling through. 


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