So, after many years of being known as 'Mummy', I finally put her to rest (oooh it must be two years ago now) when I finally walked out of the great online door leading to one of, what was supposed to be dykelands highest order of websites.  In my heart I have completely woken up to what volunteering means now and just how much it can sap you of energy if there's no one saying 'Get the fuck out'.  I'm now in a land which I like to call 'Caveman chic', trying hard to get back to normality in many ways and trying to understand the whys of why we all choose odd routes to go down. 

Now I've realised that after more that 6 years creating this beast, losing friendships, wiping people from my life deliberately and realising that you will never, ever please any one of the individuals - I have put it all onto the top shelf of my cave and am prioritizing myself and my projects.  I think I must have suffered some form of breakdown over time and wasn't really that aware of what was going on.  In my head anyway.