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Welcome to my world! You're going to love it here. It's more convoluted than a two-hour special of Coronation Street; more drama than Desperate Housewives, and more twisted story lines than the ending of Lost.

My world wouldn't be complete, or even remotely as interesting if it weren't for some integral participants. These players in my life game give me strength, wisdom, guidance, shoulders, and a heck of a lot of laughter along the way:

  

My wonderful husband - TH

The most important person in my life. He is the ying to my yang, the peanut to my butter, the cherry on my cake. He keeps me sane, and whole, and embraces all my cooky-ness. He doesn't roll his eyes when I tell him I've had another hair-brained epiphany, he listens whole-heartedly to every tale, he encourages and supports all my ideas, and he loves me just the way I am.  I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I thank God for him everyday.

The Mooblings               
TH and I have gone through two cycles of un-successful IVF and hope to embark on a third soon. So, as the saying goes, 'if you can't have kids, have dogs!' To that end we have two; Boris and Maggie, although they're more affectionately known by their nicknames - Boo Boo and Moosh Pie. We combined their nicknames and thus refer to them as The Mooblings. Boris (Boo Boo) is our 5 year old Jack-a-doodle (half Jack, half poodle). He's such a lovely, sweet dog and everyone loves him. He just knows when I'm missing TH when he's in London, and he'll be stuck by my side as if to say, 'it's alright mum, you've got me'.

Then there's Maggie (Moosh Pie), our West Highland White Terrier. She is the personification of pure evil. Oh, don't let her cute little, adorable fluffy face fool you; she's a little monster! She ate our kitchen floor, and I mean ATE; there was nothing left. Then she started on the hallway carpet before we cordoned it off. She's eaten TH's entire Star Trek collection. I don't have a single pair of shoes that haven't needed re-heeling. She's been barred from the local pub for defecating. But despite all this I just love her to bits. She might be an evil dog-child, but she's my evil dog-child, and when, in the wee hours of the morning, she's actually asleep and curled into me, it is then that I cherish her most.

My friends and family (well, some of them!)
My family are massively important to me, and I'm lucky to not only have married a man who values family as I do, but who is also (like me) from the near-extinct nuclear family. Not that coming from a nuclear family is something to brag about. I think there's a definite argument that the 'nuclear' family can often become just that; nuclear, explosive, an unstable rapid release of energy that has a toxic, long-lingering aftermath. But, isn't that all families? We all have our ups-and-downs...just mine seem to have more than most.

My friends are too numerous on here to mention each, but I'm blessed with brilliant, funny, cooky friends on both sides of the Atlantic that all contribute in their own way to my world. These friends are the family I choose for myself :)