I’m not what you’d call a seasoned diarist. I am no Sue Townsend however I did live on the same street as her for 7 glorious years of my childhood before my parents reverted to type and receded into the beige and marigold of the countryside. Nevertheless, as a self-professed teacake and a contributing member of the human race I like to think that this blog was somewhat of an inevitability.
I am spending some time at home with the family to save up for my MA in Journalism which will start later this year in Manchester. In the meanwhile I spend my days working in Recruitment and playing with my cat. I have a devoted boyfriend who I regularly spar with over the phone and I have a close group of friends who are scattered all over the place having had the sense to have moved away from home already.
I like to keep the names of those dear to me as discreet as possible, the same goes for those who I know as being litigious (my mother included in both lists respectively) however my subtletey starts to ebb away there.
