See! I’m not dead! Yet, anyway.
I’ve deliberately been a bit quiet, while I try to figure out which way the future is going. The problem is, I’ve spent all this time trying to work it out, and it’s still as clear as mud.
In news – it’s finally the school holidays and the Baby Boudica’s have completed their first year in their new school. We’ve had ups and downs, (who doesn’t?) but generally there have been far more ups than downs. I can’t ask for more than that. They love their school, I love being a Governor and am proud to support such a forward thinking & amazing school. The staff are all great at what they do and deserve far more recognition than they get.
Baby Boudica The Elder has come up (I think) 7 reading levels in the year and is now reading for pleasure. He’s even reading his brother bedtime stories. He received the Head Teachers Award at the end of the year, for recognition of how far he’s come. I cried. Oh the shame of it! Sadly, his amazing teacher left at the end of term, but he’s moved into another class with another amazing teacher, so hopefully his progress will continue. Baby Boudica The Younger has gone from being my sweet loveable rogue, and turned into a stroppy git with a dangerous opinion of his own. My Mum says it must be genetic!
Being a Councillor is an amazing, rewarding yet far tougher job than I thought it would be. We’ve received lots of training, everyone has been very welcoming and I’ve made new friends. Who hopefully won’t leg it the moment they realise what I crazy bitch I am!
But therein lies the problem. This has always been a “secret” blog. Only my close friends, family & other bloggers knew my real name and who I was. And I kind of like it that way. But is it really appropriate for a councillor to have a private ranting forum? What exactly would happen if anyone from the council actually read it? (Maybe they already do? Truly scary thought!)
I’m in the process of setting up another blog, it actually has my real name on it & everything! But I’ve grown attached to QB. She lets me say what I like without worrying what people think. Or how much trouble I’ll get into for not being politically correct!
I feel I’m changing as a person and it’s a really scary time. I don’t know which way to go, which is an unusual concept for me. The gobby bitch is a bit unsure and she doesn’t like it. Being a councillor has brought me more confidence, and yet somehow less also.
I’ve signed up to do a huge event in a couple of years and it’s going to be well promoted. But it will be in my own name. So do I mention it here & risk anyone putting 2&2 together? I really, really want to tell you. It’s HUGE, especially for me.
I am crazy woman, hear me roar!
So what to do?
Maybe I’ll just sit at the crossroads for a while and have another cider?
Back soon. I promise
PS: I nearly forgot. Weight Loss is now v. nearly 2.5 stone!