It's all in the name.

I have been threatening to start a blog for sometime now but like everything in my life I just keep putting it off. However so much has happened over the last few years that sometimes my life is unrecognisable to me! Though when I start this I'm sure it might be recognisable to others, especially those poor commuters who hear my tales on a sometimes daily basis... Actually its some of those said same people who have said that I should start a blog but as one of my lovely friends pointed out to me over a glass or seven of wine that its because they are sick of hearing them as opposed to them being hilariously funny. Friends can be cruel!

So why 'Life in 3 G'? Well this blog is not sponsored by 3G technology for a start as I don't actually know what that is, but if they like it they and want to shower me with whatever it is they do for free it would be rude not to take it, unless of course what they do involves any sort of pain then I am not so keen. So the title came to me after reading an article in a freebie newspaper on my way to or from work. It was about families of three generations living together and how in our changing society this was becoming a more usual set up. People not being able to afford to buy a home, get a mortgage, needing a deposit, help with childcare or support in one's old age. Whatever the combination I was amazed that somebody had taken the time or even been bothered to write about my kind of life especially giving it a really snappy little label of 3G. Making it sound like a tight compact team ready for action. Whereas I just called it living with far too many people one being old and sometimes cantankerous and the other extreme young and tantrumy with a couple in the middle who were whiney (moany and in the fuelled by vino sense) and exhausted - with an au pair thrown in for good measure. Making it sound loose, all over the place and splitting at the seams. However I was wrong it was 3G and it was hip and happening and as I have never been either of those things in my life I decided it was time to rightfully claim that title and make it mine.

So what better way to 'make it so' (in the words of Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise) then to blog about it and show to the world (or at least a couple of mates and the 'odd' neighbour - and there's plenty of them around) that my set up is of the moment and it has a name. But also that this wonderful and at times not so wonderful arrangement has given me the richest source of material which I have plundered shamelessly and shared mainly for my own amusement at first but what has turned out to be for others entertainment too.

So when I get started if you love it let me know, if you hate it then I'm sorry but think yourself lucky its not your life and hope to God you're not on my train of a morning. Anyway only unhip unhappening people would hate. The rest of you I'm sure will be wishing you to were part of the 3G movement. But you can be - it's easy. All you need to do is procure an oldie with onset dementia, a small child with Little Lord Fauntleroy tendencies, a constant cash flow crisis, stressful jobs mixed with liberal splashes of alcohol and mixed up with a young woman who can't speak a lot of English, is hormonal, homesick and probably with an eating disorder and there you have it - my Life in 3 G. It really is all in the name.