Anyway where was I? My birth… Well truth is I can’t remember it and you really don’t want me retelling my Mum’s gruesome stories of the pain I caused her. My first memory? Dad walking out when I was 2, lots of crying (Mum and Dad not me). More gruesome stuff, let’s not get into that either.
So… Well we’re not really talking about my childhood...
Well we’ve got to write something for you to read Miss - sorry I've been writing in my private blog instead☺
Anyway at least you’ll be pleased to know I’ve got quite into this blog thing I like the idea of a complete record of my life right now. But I’m pretty sure I don’t want you to know it all – no offense.
Friday, 29 May 2009
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