The first post...

I am lazy. Always have been, probably always will be. That's why it's taken me a whole year to create this blog. I'm all talk and no action. Not that I expect life to dump loads of goodness straight into my lap (well, that's a lie), but this whole being a grown up thing? Disappointingly hard work. Especially when you turn 30 and realise that you're still waiting for 'real life' to start. I am very good at quitting (except cigarettes, alcohol and men - those seem to hang on in there), and am the queen of ignoring things until they go away. I was a pioneer on-line dater in London (back in the days when it was pretty taboo) but after more than a few disastrous dates, more than my fair share of failed relationships and some pretty funny stories that I can now regale at dinner parties, I seem to have stumbled upon a real live boy who I adore (well, it is still early days and I have now probably jinxed it). Problem is, I am rubbish at relationships. Depression has played a huge part in my life from the tender age of 18, and I have been on anti-depressants for that long. I'm too lazy to make an appointment to see a psychiatrist to (a) sort my shit out, and (b) try life without meds, but thankfully am blessed with a great group of girlfriends whose counsel is free. Who knows what this blog will spill forth...