Did I ever tell you about my family?
Well I was born in the north, or as you may better know it, God’s country. I am the much longed for baby girl born to my poor suffering mother after she had to endure the extreme misfortune of initially giving birth to not one but a pair of smelly boys.
Twin girl is, and I mean this in the nicest possible way, a total and utter wimp.
She shrieks at spiders, shudders at loud bangs and is an appalling poor patient when ill.
I am told your libido is like a boomerang, no matter how far you think it may have gone, eventually it turns a corner and starts to head back and then it arrives back when you least expect it; clubbing you on the back of your head and sending you flying onto the bed spread eagled in submission.
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You would think I have learnt my lesson in life and know that boarding a train with two six year olds, and one beautiful baby and heading into London can spell nothing but disaster.
You would think that, but it would seem that I actually seem to have an enjoyment of getting myself into situations where my face starts to flush and my stress levels begin to put pressure on the ceiling.
I am a survivor, I bear the wounds of battle but I am still here.