Ok, here goes.

I was bored on Thursday night and I decided to set up a blog (which I’ve been meaning to do for a long time) so, I set up an account on blogger and wrote a small about me thing. I sent the link to my other half Paul, who is currently away on holiday and, typical of him I might add, he wanted me to have a ‘proper’ one. The Life & Times of an Affiliate Widow was the name I always said I’d use if I had a blog so the ‘baby was born’ the domain name was bought, Eric (wonderfully clever and technical Eric) was contacted by MSN at about 3pm (GMT) on Friday afternoon and told what roughly I wanted. By 8pm the whole bloody thing was live! Obviously there are still things to be tweaked, or so Eric tells me - I’m slightly tech-phobic - but here we are! Don’t worry the flower at the top of the page will be going although I’m not sure at the moment what will replace it.

This blog is not going to be just about work and the affiliate industry but also about life in general, the weird things I do (believe me I have so many quirks) and the madness that exists in my household.

For those that don’t know me I’m Welsh and moved to Surrey 13 or so years ago, I have no Welsh accent unless I’m drunk when bits of Welshness slip out. I’m a mother of 3, but I always says I have 4 kids - it’s just that the eldest one happens to be 41! I work full time in the Affiliate Marketing industry and I’m very passionate about what I do. I’m very straight talking so please don’t try to blind me with science there is black and white, very seldom anything in between, even though we are ruled by ‘grey areas’. I make mistakes, everybody does, apologise and move on. I try not to hold grudges but sometimes somebody will do something which I will see as so bad I can’t forgive or forget it - you know who you are! I’d rather sit alone in packed place than sit with people I cannot trust. On the other side of the coin I make a very good and loyal friend, just ask my friends and they’ll tell you that.

My kids - I have Keri who is 22 (I was 12 when I had her), Toby who is 11 and Tallulah 10. Of course Tallulah is not her real name, it’s the name I wanted to call her and actually the name she prefers, Tamarah is her ‘official’ name, but she is so much more a Tallulah!

I think everybody is suitably bored now, so I’ll try to post again soon. My mind is buzzing with stuff and I did promise Paul to spill on how I always walk to the left and not in a straight line, how I walk into things which I know are there and I can’t avoid them and my inability to deal with odd numbers! I know I’m a freak but so what - live and let live!