Lord knows that even just two years ago, had I known I found have been largely responsible for raising and looking after an eight-year-old girl I would have run away...far away. In fact, I'd probably be crossing the plains of Kamchatka by now at a dead sprint. But, despite the learning curve, it's not so bad. Sometimes, it's even fun. At the very least it's an opportunity to blog about something that's not either not totally off the wall or completely about Numero Uno (i.e. Me).
Hope you enjoy.