Ground control to blogosphere

"No you can't post on my blog! Get your own!"

Such were the words of my darling husband this evening when I suggested that, since I didn't have a blog of my own, I could borrow his on Ada Lovelace Day in order to fulfil my pledge. Since it didn't go down too well, I resolved to make my very own blog - my sheblog. It is supposed to be 'she' and 'blog' but I keep reading it as 'sheb log' which I think I like better. So, Internet, welcome to my sheb log.

I have no idea what my sheb log will be yet. I hope it will be good. In time honoured tradition, I shall tell you about myself, anyway:

I am 27 years old and British. I am northern but living in the south. I am married to a very lovely chap who is tremendously clever and currently fixing the Sky box (I hope). We have one cat, Elphie, who fights foxes. We have an orange car and a house with a playboy room. The playboy room is a story for another day.

I am vaguely middle-class, atheist and a big woolly liberal. I am a feminist in the original sense. I am pro-choice. I'm not prone to political rantings, though.

That's me, then. Must work on a better layout for my sheb.