‘I can’t deal with the commitment’, I thought, ‘I barely have time to eat’.
(I am a bad cook. It takes a long time. There is no one to wash up after me.)
But yet, here I am, committing to a blog, at ten to midnight on a Sunday night. Things keep on happening to me, and sometimes they are quite funny. Sometimes, they are awful (mostly they are awful). But as one of my best friends said to me before I left, ‘You should make a blog, bad stuff always happens to you.’ And so it begins!
