The beginning

The beginning. It's where everyone starts, right? Else you can't ever get to the end.

Anyway, enough rambling. Recently the bug bit me. Now I don't know whether what it is. It could be one or all of the following:
1. My age. 34 seems to be something of a revelation to me - the revelation is that I'm going to leave it.

2. Being a Mum. My little boy is utterly amazing - I want to be able to feed him healthy food without additives and suchlike. Or at least cut down on the amount he eats.

3. Therapy. I wonder if me suddenly getting the urge to go all 'domestic goddess' is down to a lot of stuff in my life kicking off, that I have no control of, and cooking makes me calmer. It's my time, my space. I decide what I'm cooking, what's going into it, how I cook it, and I get something out of it at the end.

I think it's probably all 3, but who knows? I guess it doesn't matter really.

If anything, it'll be interesting.

Well to me, probably not to you!