Where to start?

I'm new to all this. I'm not used to talking about my innermost anything, never really kept a diary, and the thought of somebody else reading stuff like that is, quite frankly, terrifying.

So, here goes.

Actually, when it comes to things like this, it's usually a case of having too much to say and not knowing where to start really. It would probably make sense to say a bit about myself, explain where all this is coming from.

I'm the wrong side of thirty, in fact the wrong side of thirty five, which doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. After years of living with a faulty relationship radar, I'm finally settled with a partner I adore and a beautiful four month old daughter, Olivia, or Liv for short. I always wanted a name that couldn't be shortened, but in the end it took about an hour before we shortened it ourselves. Still, could be worse - when I was pregnant we referred to her as Jellybean (long story, basically at our first scan the midwife said the foetus looked like a little jellybean) and we were honestly convinced it would stick after she was born. Thankfully, it didn't. Lucky escape which I'm sure she'll thank me for when she's older.