Let's get down to business ....

..... to defeat the Huns.  So sings Kai, aka the joy of my life, my 3 yr old grandson.  Every day and it seems all day.  It's from the disney film Mulan and obviously one of Kai's favourites or it has just got in his head like it gets in mine after he's sung it once.  Today he went up to a girl in Macdonalds (I know, but it is half-term) and started singing it to her.  She was most impressed but I knew he was singing it to her because she looked remarkably like a real-life Mulan and he undoubtedly wanted her to 'carry' him.  Kai speak for 'I think you're pretty'. 

So let's get down to business.. I thought I needed to write something today as tomorrow I leave for Cornwall and the ritual winter closing of our 'Pink Palace'.  Sounds grand doesn't it.  My very own Taj Mahal, that other rather more famous Pink Palace - well that is  unless you know the Evans family and their delightful, bijoux beach hut on the rivierra.  Well ok, it's a wooden shed, with bedrooms, on Rivierre Towans in Hayle, but it is PINK and it is tiny, but it does have SEA VIEWS, and it is damp, but it is OUR's and your's if you should want to stay there.  So whilst I sojourn in Cornwall, I will have no computer and great as my phone is, any blogging will be left for the return. I know you won't miss me as I've not been in your life long enough but miss me enough to return here next week, hopefully full of exciting tales of pirates, smugglers, famous five adventures and the ongoing defeating of the Huns.

start as I mean to go on.

I read other people's blogs, I don't write my own.  Well that's what I thought until I saw those words CREATE BLOG.  My natural noseyness meant that I had to click on it and here I am, somewhat confused by the logistics of it all but hey I'm not stupid, surely I can do this.  And I am!  Wow!  blogging.  I'm used to the constraints of twitter and realise that it maybe a safer option but who's reading anyway - a lot fewer than my miniscule number of twitter followers. 

Mine will be the ramblings of a 'mimi' a grandmother far too soon but loving it anyway; a 'mummy' still with my girls at home and expecting that to change at some near point;  a 'wifey', 'sugarplum' (changed to sugarplump when it's appropriate, which is most of the time!) which has been my life for 27 years but when you're married to my man it's not too much of a chore; and finally '          ' yes who knows who....... that's my discovery once again.  I'm certainly not a teenager but I am about to rediscover who I am and what I want whilst fitting all the other stuff in as well. 

By the way, I should have put this first.  Over all things I belong to Jesus. I love him, He loves me, boy does he love me and in all my life I want Him to be 'well pleased'. 

So, here we go, I'm not a writer, I'm not a blogger - let's find out just who I am.