As I lie here watching Adventure Time. My son beside me, still awake, even though its 1.04am. The knowledge that I will be turning forty exactly six months today, fills me with a foreboding sense of underachievement! Exactly why is something I cannot tell you easily. There are a number of factors, circumstances and decisions that have led me to where I am today. My sister and myself would be ideal candidates for the nurture vs nature debate. We have had identical upbringings, separated by just eighteen months. Yet turned out so different.
So enough waffle from me, let’s start the story. Hopefully by my 40th in the summer. ( Which I still want no party or fanfare for) my story will be told and maybe one or two people out there on the web will have stumbled across it and maybe read a post or two.