I started this blog three years ago however as you can see this is my first post (second actually) but a lot has changed in three years so i deleted the other one and am starting again. Three years ago i had, what i considered to be, the life I had always wanted and one that i had worked very hard to get. I had a husband – tick, a baby – tick, a house that we refurbished – tick, living in leafy South Buckinghamshire after moving out from my beloved West London – tick, we even had a puppy, matching Barbours and Hunter Wellies – tick, tick, tick. And I was rally really happy, that amazing secure warm happiness that i had rarely experienced. That lasted exactly 20 months.
But quite obviously it wasn’t all so rosy. My husband and I had been together for 14 years, we had suffered a number of miscarriages, our baby arrived 3 months early and spent 9 weeks in intensive care. The house purchase and refurbishment was stressful, my husband worked full time while project managing it from 30 miles away. Still, I felt we had dealt with these things admirably and things had finally settled down. But now, 2 years after he left, we are finally nearing the end of our divorce process and are living very separate lives.
So, that’s me, I live in South Bucks with my 4 year old daughter Lulu (Lucia), our cat Mr Moo (who has no ears – cancer), our blind rabbit Thumper (she choose him for her birthday, what could i do?), the gold fish Klaus Roger (is American Dad suitable for a 4 year old?). I work full time in London, and I rather like the time I get alone during my commute, Lulu is at full time nursery and I am hurtling towards my 41st birthday.