After some coercion (bordering on mild bullying) from Clarkey and Laurent I'm finally starting my blog. This is where I am going to bare my soul to you all (well I would if I hadn't already sold it to the devil).
Time is running out and the nearer it gets to D day the more terrified I'm becoming. I'm told by everyone how brave I am but I don't feel brave at all. In fact by the time I get on the plane I'll need the aid of some respiratory equipment just to get my through.
I'm super excited and know that it will be a life changing experience but I suppose that's what frightens me the most. I will never be the same again. What if I turn into a massive prick (well more of one),wiping my arse with my hand and sancimoniously spouting on about the virtures of a sober and sexfree exisitence? What if I don't like the new Breed? I struggle with the old one.
Also I'm worried about how attached I'll get to the kids. If I love them, the way I loved Abu, I'm in a whole world of trouble. I could end up like a poorer, less attractive version of Angelina Jolie. They'd love it back in the East end. Home from home. The fact that I can't even yet look after myself may have to be a consideration at the adoption stage though.
I'm not sure when this just becomes the inane ramblings of a lonely old woman so I think i'll keep it brief. Leave them wanting more, and all that.
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