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I’ve been pondering writing a blog for quite some time now, but seriously, who’s got time? And who wants to read anything I've got to say anyway? And what the hell does 'blog' stand for? OK now I've got to look ...
So the mighty Google tells me it's an acronym for:
Hmmm.... boring! Where do I fit in here? I guess Web Log. Do you see what they've done here. It's celebrity coupling aka Brangelina and Bennifer – well almost. Web Log > Blog!
Ironically there's an abundance of blogs out there on “How to write a blog”, but I’ve come to the conclusion that the best kind of blog is one that writes itself. If you overthink it, it ain't going to happen.
While we're on the subject of overthinking, it's one of the things I excel at in life as you will soon find out, so time to embrace the inevitable... here goes nothing!
OK, let’s get the formalities out of the way first. I'm Maija, mum to Dylan, 17 and Noah, 14 and married to Ollie (holy crap, 20 years this year!). Pets I have owned and loved: as a child, my first pet was a guinea pig, Petronella, who didn't last long owing to a nasty stomach issue. She was followed swiftly by another guinea pig called Percy, who lived a long and happy life. Goats Dorcas and Phoebe followed and their offspring, Samuel, Sebastien and Rosi, then cats, Pushkin and Kizzy.
Ollie and I got our practice kids (sorry, kittens) Monkey and Tom, just after we got married. Until the ages of 9 and 14, they were our boys' brothers. Since then, more cats, guinea pigs, snails, hamsters, a stick insect, lice (although strictly speaking not pets, they stubbornly stuck around our house for some time and almost became family!).
The current inhabitants of our house are Sadie and Coco, our two beloved cats, who pretty much rule the roost! Despite having a perfectly functional cat flap, they will often sit by the French doors breathing on the glass until one of us takes pity and lets them in. Lazy!
Anyway, I digress. The focus of this blog is going to be family pets and pretty much anything related to that, or whatever happens to pop into my too busy head at any particular time.
