On Taking Off, again

All I can say after this long break from the start of the blog is that I love this motherhood lark. Baby S was a bit poorly when he arrived, so we were initiated into the world of parental worry via the neo-natal unit. But all is well, he's 2 months old and a strange & strong little feeding machine – our very own milk vampire – who as I type is kicking the computer. I think he thinks it's mummy's other baby.

So the take-off was a bit bumpy just as the flight continues to go through air-pockets where I feel like the bottom's dropped out of my stomach (like first smiles), but it's revolutionised, re-politicised, and diversified my life completely. So rather than just write about me and the lad, I've decided to get out of the house with my stills camera, my video camera, my notebook and a sound recorder and go for an explore of Ribbleton Lane in all its diverse glory. Oh yes and the boy. If nothing else, it'll keep us out of mischief. Or possibly get us into some, but can that be a bad thing?

As for the Mancunian past life, other people blog about that – and you can meet two of them here at travels with my baby – not that I am in any way jealous. Honest. I have a bar just up the road too, it just happens to be where the pigeon fanciers meet every week. Have you been to shoreditch / the northern quarter recently? Well this is where the flat cap trend stems from. Fact.

On Landing

One day I woke up and had been transported back to the town of my birth to give birth to my first-born. Yes, a bit like Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus. Except for my car is only slightly less grubby than an unwashed donkey.

Equally, someone had swapped my life - one where I stayed up late and ran round the city, and happily let my vanishing youth wash over me like a giant gin and tonic - with a suburban mother-to-be's existence in a small northern town. And I was only just coming to terms with having a boyfriend that had lasted a year - unknown since last millennium.

On landing I got referred to the local madhouse’s outpatients unit. Funnily enough, it was something a me when I left this place might have quite liked. Now, not so fun. But tsk it was only temporary and now i am blooming. So i'll explore this place while i'm here and put it online.