A brief introduction...

Well, I must say, I did not think I would be the type of person to write a blog. Mostly because I didn't believe anyone would care enough to read it and also because I felt I had more valuable things to do with my time. By valuable I mean parading round the house in my pyjamas, eating anything and everything and watching Made in Chelsea. But after consistent pestering from those nearest and dearest, I decided it was about time I shared my stories.

There are a countless number of fictional films and books depicting young women who are convinced they are going to die alone. For instance, Bridget Jones. Now on many levels I relate to the woman and my heart goes out to her as in so many ways we are the same person. However, there is no Hugh Grant or Colin Firth pining for me nor will there ever be. Basically, this shit here is the real deal of life. 

(Infact, just to enlighten you as to how much of a bellend I am, i have mispelt the URL of this blog. Fantastic. 2catsandcouting. what does that even mean.)

Ladies and Gentleman, I welcome you to the hysterical mess that is my life. The majority of the stories I'm going to tell have happened in the past 3 years or so. But it was obvious my life was never going to run normally or smoothly. For starters, before I had even graced the world, my wonderful parents (although my Father blames my Mother for this one) had decided to give me a truly 1 in a million middle name; although to be frank my whole name is bonkers yet generous. Josie Debra Chips Turgill-Clarke. Now if you name your daughter that before she has even entered the world, that must be some form of child abuse. 

So theres your brief intro. I'll add a story tomorrow as its very late. ta ta xx