Where have the years gone?
While
mentally, I feel no different from the naive young girl who went tripping off
to Australia and dreamed of a life of adventure, the years have changed this
weary old soul.
I
have been looking back through some of my old posts and I can confirm that my
younger self was a bit meh.
Not
that I am not a bit “meh” now. I just
know that I am. Although that knowledge
doesn’t stop me from being “meh”.
Moving
on.
I
was SOOOOOOOOOO anti-children. I didn’t
want the responsibility, the cost, the responsibility.
There
is a whole life that depends entirely on you.
Or, in my case, on Lorna; to prevent me from leaving her outside in a
pram with a free to good home sign.
Or
any home.
And
she was a good baby! She slept through
the night and didn’t fuss overly.
Could
you imagine what I would have done with one that actually caused difficulties
like a lack of sleep or just screamed constantly for no discernible reason???
She’s
older now (6) and my little buddy. She
is what I want my life to be now. Easy,
no drama and full of mega soft & cuddly onesies.
She’s
like cuddling a teddy bear most of the time.
Anyway,
I hope to get my blog going again & to be something a little better than
the train crash it was. I shall not hold
my breath for feedback as I am the only person who reads this now. Or I could give myself feedback, but I can
tell you now it will either be glowing or will rip me to shreds depending on
how much prosecco I have drank…
Laters
x
