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Me.

So, I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while. I finally decided to stop thinking and just see where it goes.

The blog title is a lyric from Dave Matthews Band, and it pretty much sums up how my life has been for the last ten years or so. One year of university, six months of US Army, four years as an illegal alien in Britain, two years on a spousal visa that looked at any moment as though it might not last, and now finally a fully established resident of the UK on an indefinite leave visa. I've been a nanny, a PA, a nanny again, and a general dogsbody for the majority of my adult life. I'm a die hard Pratchett reader, a music in almost any form addict, and having finally decided at the age of 30 what I want to be when I grow up, a horticulture student.

I'm not entirely sure what form this blog will take, except that I have so many interests that it will most likely end up being a repository for random recipes and pictures of our cats doing stupid things (their favourite activity) alongside ramblings about work and Himself (the husband who shall remain unnamed for his own protection). And away we go...

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