About

How did I end up here? Down South? And, for over ten years? I'm a tea supping Yorkshire lass, now, sadly, without the accent - that was dislodged moving here. Did I have a plan? No. But my defection to Greater London turned out, in the end, to be a delightfully happy accident. For I met, and married Younger Dad, and then had my first, and maybe last child, Little A, at the not so sprightly age of 39. After years of gallivanting, DJ'ing, assisting grey suited big wigs - I now have a pathological aversion to expense sheets - I finally, willingly, succumbed to the domestic circus of nappies and tantrums and potties and toddler groups...

I have since swapped builders brew for chamomile and earl grey, and you may find me at the local coffee shop with a mug of chai latte and slice of lemon drizzle in hand. I love custard, have a thing about pug dogs and always in need of a new wardrobe, that's clothes, not an IKEA flat pack.

The aftermath of Little A's birth left me in a bit of a neurotic muddle; I suffered the numbing bubble that is post natal illness. I find myself perpetually in awe, transformed, terrified and lost by motherhood. So this blog came about as a sage way of unscrambling my spaghetti brain. It's my little corner of the world to unleash my random musings about me, my family and life at large on a sort of middle-aged Arthurian blogging quest for some peace and calm. I haven't found the sword or golden chalice or tranquil shores just yet, but I have rediscovered a little piece of me outside the role of mother, and wife, through the sparks of the written words on these here pages.

I really hope you enjoy my thoughts and reflections....

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