where I try and work out what to say about me

I grew up in a teeny tiny village by the sea, after a brief love affair with London I went to meet my future husband's parents in Turkey. That was nearly a decade ago. I am still here. Now I live in a teeny tiny village by the sea, I have two kids. I blog about my life, or at least I will - obviously I am writing this just as I'm starting out, so who knows, maybe I'll blog about aliens or something. Or religion, love religion - did I mention my dad's a priest and my husband's a Muslim? Woah sidetracked there for a moment. This bits supposed to be irritatingly generic... I have ten fingers and ten toes and my favourite colour is yellow. Arse I hate how the word yellow sounds and looks when it is written, I just hear the word 'yoke' as in egg and that is such and unpleasant connotation for a favourite colour bleugh. New plan, RED! my favourite colour
is red!


I spell in British, when I spell at all (didn't yoke used to be spelt yolk?) I haven't decided yet if I am anonymous or anything else. I guess I'll see how much I swear and how much I need to bitch about my husband and then make that decision. Oh I should totally tell you about how I came up with the name and what it means to me and blah blah blah, well... after days of thinking I maybe had something to say and could start a blog, and turning over possible title in my mind I went to blogger to set one up and discovered a sad truth. Every name you type in has already been taken. You start just throwing together random words - "lemon freckles" - gone baby, "marshmallow pickle" - gone gone gone. Then somehow despite all the odds, you come up with something that isn't too far off the mark. Because even though I live abroad and have added weirdness like multicultural kids, and a not-at-all western husband, my life is very ordinary, but still quite interesting.