So here is my first ever blog post. I have not much idea where to start, what to include and what to completely leave out. You'll never guess that I am new to this! You have probably already assumed from the title that I do not belong. You'd be right (ish).
I live in the Gateway to the Dales, a town which tries to cling on to the Yorkshire Dales and all the grandeur that goes with it. I moved here seven years ago when I was married at the age of 21 (it'll never last - my wise father said) but we are still married seven years later and now expecting our second child. We moved up north from London, where I had lived for five years whilst working in a good job at the BBC. I had moved to London at the age of 17 from Oxford (where I was brought up) to get a job. I had no fear and the kind of self-confidence that teenagers have. I was bolshy (and still am), cocky and a smart-arse.
Anyway, I digress. When I moved here I had not expected the 'you're not from round here are you?' questions. They threw me. I had also not expected that because I didn't have a 'local' accent, I would be labeled as 'posh', 'prim' and, the most ludicrous 'rich'. Little do people with small minds know, I am local. I was born in the local hospital. My family have lived in the area since the 50's and I started school up here. What they are not to know is that we moved to Oxford when I was five after my father left my mother with three children under 4, one of which was severely disabled. Don't get me wrong, I am not having a go at him here, merely explaining why we moved.