Yes, it's finally true I am an auntie. Her name is Skye Lily and I have to say since becoming an aunt five days ago, the heavy weight of responsibility is bearing down upon me. Who but me will give her make up years before she's ready? Who but me will let her watch an MA 15+ film at my house when she's 10? Who but me will give her tim tams for breakfast? Who but me will send her high heels from New York? Yes, it's a solemn duty I undertake, but I promise to do it all to my utmost, to infuriate her parents, and to ensure, from this moment on, that she has at least one bad influence in her life.
That's the big news at the moment, unless any of my readers have been following Charlie Sheen, the dispute between Russia and Georgia in the ICJ or the royal wedding. I'm guessing few of you have been because, well, you all have lives.
But happy april everybody, I'm one month closer to having to find a job, get a life and a new flat, and decide if I'm going home or staying here. Hmmm. Time does insist on bringing the difficult decisions, doesn't it?
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