As you've probably noticed, I'm a terribly neglectful, especially when it comes to blogging. Hopefully I will have rectified this unsavoury character trait when I hit motherhood, otherwise my poor children will be left in supermarkets, wedged between the weirdly clinical cheese counter and a basket of that oddly unfresh but 'freshly baked' bread.
Anyway, I haven't been around for a while and didn't think I'd be that bothered, or care much at all, but weirdly I do. So here I am. Only I have no idea what I'm going to be blogging about since I'm pretty sure I disqualified myself from food journalism after realising how much Mcdonalds meant to me and how I find 'spensive food tasty but ultimately unfulfilling.
It's going to be an interesting ride, peeps!
In the words of Julia Roberts' character in Notting Hill (which, by the way was a shitty film):
'... I'm just a girl, standing in front of the blogosphere, asking it to love her'
x
p.s. I did a double take when I checked my stats and there appear to be an influx of Latvian visitors who have actually read my previous posts. Thank you for giving a shit and I sincerely hope it wasn't a mistake/you'll return because I think Latvia is very cool and um, yes.
