Except I don't have my sisters with me, I'm an only child.
OK in my last post I gave you an insight as to what I'm about and what makes me tick. I'm thinking of basing future posts on 'just life'. I'm planning to share events in my life that have shaped me and made me who I am. Nothing earth-shattering, just normal stuff - hopefully told in a way that will make you smile - that you will be able to identify with. But before all that I thought I'd introduce you to my family, given that they'll more than likely feature in future posts.
First up is Mum and Dad, Brian and Colette. They call each other Bri n Col, like tuna n sweetcorn. They had me young so they are still great-looking, fit ,soon-to-be pensioners. My Mum is already the proud owner of the government-issue bus pass, Dad's arrives next year. Basically, they gave me a great start in life, I had such a fab childhood. They taught me to believe in myself and to love myself, they gave me confidence. That said, I think I'm only reaping the benefits of all that now really. I've all of a sudden, overnight, developed this attitude of 'what you see is what you get, if you don't like me bugger off, can't be doing with pretense (pretence?), only genuine people need apply'. Maybe it's my age. I'm halfway through life now so don't want to waste the second half on no-marks.
Anyway, Mum and Dad. They hail from Liverpool, close to the city centre, and used to live opposite each other which is how they met. They've told me all sorts of tales about growing up in the 60's in Liverpool, just when The Beatles were starting off. They used to visit the Cavern Club. My Dad used to get all his suits hand made and he reckons that those trade-mark suits The Beatles wore, the Italian style ones with the short jackets, were copied from him and his mates. So my Dad inspired The Beatles look.
Mum was - still is - very glamorous. Imagine the epitome of a 60's look then add a bit of wow factor, that was how my Mum looked, she's gorgeous.So in a nutshell, they had me young, they're still young at heart, had a great childhood. Specifics will out in later blogs but for now, that's Mum and Dad.
Next up is Dave, my husband and - I know this sounds corny - best friend. He really is, I'm not just saying that. We could seriously spend 24/7 together and still have a good old chat, a laugh and be just as in love! We met in 1984 and married in 1988. He's 7 years older than me and I'm wifey no. 2. He has a daughter from his first marriage, Joanne who is living with her partner Jamie and they have one boy, Ellis aged 4 and one on the way. Dave is all or nothing. Whatever he does he does to the nth degree or he doesn't do it at all. He keep canaries as a hobby and they live in a log cabin that you or I could have as a holiday home, see what I mean, all or nothing. You'll get to know much more about about Dave in later blogs.
Nicola is our 12 year old daughter. She's a young 12 which is really nice, not 12 going on 22. She's a sweet child in public, quite shy, very well-mannered and polite. Privately she's got lots of attitude. She's into American teen shows, giggles a lot, loves getting dressed up, having sleep-overs, very girlie and bloody bossy. Musically she likes Johnny Cash!! She's now also getting into music that you would normally associate with a 12 year old girl, Rhianna, Girls Aloud etc. Boys have just started to notice her - 3 asked her out last week, she said no to all (good girl). Again, much more about Nic in future posts.
Dave is one of 6, he has 4 sisters and a brother, none of whom are like him. Sadly, Dave's Dad died in 1988, his Mum is thankfully still with us. They may or may not crop up in future posts so I'm not gonna name them here.
My Grandma on Mum's side is still here too. Her name's Annie and she's 83. She goes swimming once a week, walks as often as she can and holidays whereever, whenever she feels like it, at home and abroad. She's currently in Sweden visiting my Uncle Billy who lives there and has done for about 25 years with his partner Helene.
Pets. We have a dog, Lulu, a whippet. We have a parrot, Jake, an African Grey and yes he does talk. He does all of our voices to a tee. Nic has a hamster, George. We have 6 chickens and there's Dave's canaries.
So, that's us and our menagerie. I'll leave it there for now. I'm going to start at the beginning next time so I'll be talking about my growing up years.Bye for now, P
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