Well if you’ve got this far, welcome! Thanks for snooping about my ramblings. I aim to post on the blog daily, but ya know, I’m terribly unorganised, so can’t guarantee miracles…
Written by Cas, or Cassie if I’m feeling rather generous…
Popped out and dragged up in Essex, UK, where I still live (I know, I know).
I pull lots of stupid faces.
Obviously I like tea. And cats. And chocolate. And leopard print. I read a lot.
Anything deeper than that, I can’t quite remember frankly. I couldn’t tell you when I last listened to a CD without nursery rhymes or watched a film without a CGI animal as the protagonist.
I wear ridiculous thick rimmed glasses, cos I had a bit of a moment in Specsavers and thought I looked 17 again in them. I don’t. I look like a twat.
SAHM to my little boy, Bean (not his real name obvs, that’d be crazy). He is 3 years old, utterly gorgeous and an epic pain in the arse – terrible twos? Seriously? Terrible TWOS?! This is blatant false advertising, I want my money back please or I’m writing Trading pissing Standards a very snotty letter.
I’m afraid I can’t cook and baking brings me out in a rash so I shan’t torture you with how-tos or tips. I’m not gonna be able to tell you how to get your kid to sleep through the night, or eat their broccoli – that’s what google’s for innit?
On a serious note *dons serious glasses* I’ve been struggling with depression since I was 11 years old (yeah, really), I’ve had many ups and many, many downs. I’ve been on anti-depressants for 4 years and I’m hoping writing about all this crap that floats around my grey matter will help somewhat.
If you need me for anything, drop me an email email@example.com
K THNX BYE X