First Time I Met the Blues

This blog may well signal the beginning of my descent into madness and self-loathing. 

I have trouble sleeping. On an average night, I'll start to get tired around about 11pm - and so begins the process of going to bed. I get my jammies on, brush my teeth, I spend twenty minutes chasing the cats out from under the bed/the cupboard/the bottom drawer, I wash my face and get into bed. Then, as if by some cruel miracle, I find myself wide awake and completely incapable of nodding off to my happy place. I don't mean just awake. I mean like, two cups of coffee and a brisk walk kind of awake.

So I fill these hours between going to bed and finally falling into sweet sleep by reading blogs - both those of friends and strangers. I'd be lying if I didn't say I looked forward to this a wee bit. Some are heartfelt, some are cringey, some make me smile, and some make me laugh so much I begin to worry I've done myself a damage. There have been nights where I've found myself laughing so hard I wake up Dear Prince Charming (or DPC for lazy folk like me) and find myself on the receiving end of a grumpy scowl which would make you believe I'd eaten his last Rolo. 

Last night, I came up with a remedy to this problem - I would start blogging myself. This will put an end to my late-night giggle fests which DPC hates so much (cos it's just not cricket to laugh at yourself), and it also might help me get to sleep (because I know how bloody boring I actually am). 

The bad news for you poor unfortunate souls is you're on the receiving end of my ramblings, a fate comparable to being the unfortunate soul who has to tell Mariah Carey that your colour blindness prevented you from picking out the blue M&Ms. 

I don't have anything particularly wonderful to talk about, but I will try to stay away from simply telling you what I had for dinner each night - mostly because it might mortify me into actually reassessing my food intake and diet. 

I also solemnly promise never to 'review' movies or tv shows as this will only end up a public admission of just how much I love chick flicks. 

What I will talk about is entirely unknown, even to me at this stage. I'll no doubt spend a lot of time pondering what interesting and thought-provoking topics I will enlighten you on only to ultimately end up posting a picture of my cats with various hats on.

So there you have it. My blog. Read it at your peril.