Right here goes, this is supposed to be about me and my life so you'll have to excuse all the boring bits, the manic depressive bits and the down right mental bits.

These last are a defence mechanism used to cope with being a mother, especially of my youngest who, despite being fourteen years off getting a provisional licence, manages to drive me up the wall and round the bend: 0 to 60 in ten seconds.

He also makes me laugh and wonder, so it's not all bad.

Re. the wondering he told me yesterday he dreamt we went shopping and he left me behind in the shop!

It makes you wonder who the adult is in this relationship, or who he thinks the adult is, anyway.

On that subject I know what most of my friends and family would answer and I probably don't come out looking too good.

Which brings me to my photo, please feel free to put it on the mantelpiece and use it to keep the kids away from the fire.

So that's it really, from now on I'll be writing down stray thoughts and other rubbish in the hopes that someone somewhere may find them faintly interesting.

I would like to say that this will prove to be a cathartic experience which will make me a better person but, in fact, it's a way to avoid the housework.