Wow, pretty daunting, particularly since the most interesting thing that has happened to me today was finding a missing sock in the toy box.
OK. I understand you only get to make a first impression once... so I'm gonna cheat... for the first few blogs at least. I'll breathe new life into some old tales that have given me a giggle in the past.
The following is an example of the kind of conversation I have with my husband daily.
I had hastily thrown my Joplinesque hair into my 'mum-bun'. A crazy kind of birds nest that perches precariously on the most northern reaches of my skull.
Andy looks over and says "You know, you look Japanese with your hair like that."
"Really?" I ask. "Me? Japanese?"
He ponders a moment before answering "Ok, well maybe not Japanese exactly. But it definitely looks as though, at some point, as a child, you were flying over Japan when your plane crashed leaving you the only survivor but you were then taken in by some villagers and raised as their own."
Of course. Obviously.