Once Upon A Time.........

........there was a (not so) young girl lady who woke up one day and decided that all the silly things that went on in her head were worth sharing with the world. The (not so) young girl lady set up a colourful space on the big scary internet where she whiled away some of her SAHM time waffling about silly things like teapots and Scooby Doo and picnics and sick babies.

She made things too. Things with paper and things with fabric and sometimes things with yarn.

She baked lovely things to eat like cakes, and cookies and delicious bread and all was happy and well in her little world.

Then, one day, the grisly, mean old bank manager decreed that the (not so) young girl lady must give up her peaceful SAHM existance and venture back into the world of work. So off the (not so) young girl lady went to work in a big castle of learning not far away from her home.

Years passed and for a little while the (not so) young girl lady carried on doing the things she loved and whispering about them to the folks who would come to visit her colourful corner of blogland to listen. Knowing that she was not getting any younger the (not so) young girl lady took up other pasttimes. Things with running, and kicking and jumping that helped to keep her healthy and give her skills to fight off dark forces that may cross her path.

One day, the (not so) little boy of the (not so) young girl lady was old enough to go to a castle of learning of his own, so off he trundled with his sister one morning, resplendant in his shining uniform of grey and regal blue.

Shortly after that, the castle of learning where the (not so) young girl lady worked decided that it would take many more students into its academic fold and so the leaders of the institution asked the (not so) young girl lady if she would work many more hours than she already did. Mindful of the grisly, mean old bank manager the (not so) young girl lady decided that she would.

Unfortunately, many more hours spent at the castle of learning meant even less time for the things the (not so) young girl lady had once loved. On the occasions when she did make things with paper, or things with fabric or yarn, or bake lovely things to eat she rarely remembered to capture picture of them and whisper them in the colourful blogland space.

Unfortunately, many more hours spent at the castle of learning meant even less time for the things the (not so) young girl lady did not love aswell. So the laundry pile grew and the work surfaces gathered crumbs and the floors went unswept and the dust bunnies gathered in dark corners and made plans to take over the world.

Slowly but surely the (not so) young girl lady began to notice the appearance of a rather grumpy old lady round the house. At first she didn't appear very often but over time her visitations grew more frequent and there didn't seem to be much the (not so) young girl lady could do to prevent the intrusion. Not even the (not so) young girl lady's new found kick-ass martial arts skills could keep the grumpy old lady at bay. As the grumpy old lady appeared more and more the (not so) young girl lady felt herself slipping away. Taken over by the grumpy, grumbly, shouting, snarky old lady more and more with each passing day.

So, surrounded by mess and tired from hard work at the castle of learning, and fearful of the grumpy old lady the (not so) young girl lady decided that things would need to change. Plans would need to me made. Great plans to organise the things that the (not so) young girl lady loved, and more important big plans to organise the things that the (not so) young girl lady did not love.

Could these plans be realised? Could these problems be surmounted? Would the (not so) young girl lady ever live happily ever after, or would the grumpy old lady win out in the end. Only time will tell.

The End.... for now.