Some Bits About Moi

Well. I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself before I begin ranting, raving and baring the deepest depths of my troubled soul! I'll begin with a highly clichéd description of myself and hopefully some more interesting topics will develop. This is probably a greatly boring post but please bear with me because I don't know where else to begin.

My name is Cathy,I'm nineteen and I live in Clynderwen with my mum, step-dad and sixteen-year-old brother. We have two dogs, two bearded dragons, two chickens and a guinea-pig who is the size of a large cat. My parents are landscape gardeners and own a garden centre. My dad lives in Pembroke with my step-mum and their cat. Dad's a driving instructor and my step-mum works in the garage which her parents own.

I am currently unemployed. Bad, bad times. I was a student last year, studying a Primary Education degree but it wasn't what I expected or wanted so I'm not going back. I think I'll do a childcare course in Pembrokeshire College (urgh, back again) and just see how life goes from there. This blog will undoubtedly be a place for me to air my worries and thoughts about all this in the future so I won't say too much about it now. I really don't care what I do as long as I can work with children.

I love reading and writing. Give me a good book or a pad and pen and I could keep myself occupied for days! One of the reasons I'm starting this blog is to develop my writing skills. To get used to writing regularly and to get ideas for stories and poems.

I also like crafts, cooking (especially baking and cake decorating) and photograpy. I'm saving up for a new camera because my old one is buggered. Too much dropping and alcohol spillage for it to survive! The beauty I've got my eye on is the Panasonic Lumix DMC-G2  in red. I think I'm in love.

PHWOAR!

I like musicals, the beach (told you this was going to be cliche), my beautiful little car and Barbra Streisand. If I am away from home I talk to my mum at least once a day and I live by some very odd routines which I'm convinced have been passed down from un-named obsessive compulsive relatives. There's nothing in this world which compares to a great cup of tea.

Don't count on understanding me any more after this post, my mind often feels unpenetratable even to myself.

'Its kind of fun to do the impossible' - Walt Disney