Well I originally hail from the not so bright and not so sunny Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. Though we moved when I was two, to the slightly more sunny Wiltshire, when I was eight we moved to the lovely warm soil of France, there we stayed until fate struck me a cruel blow.
My brother, my-oh-so-annoying-I'm-going-to-strangle-you brother was miserable so back to the UK we went, at the humble age of 12 and 3/4 I was thrown into that shark pit known as teenage girls, well it was sink or swim.
So making the best of it I learnt to swim underwater. And there we stayed until January of my 14th year when I was cruelly uprooted yet again for father had landed a contract in Ireland so there we went. We moved to a little village just outside Dublin and I started to really like it there and then surprise surprise we moved again. But Co. Clare where we moved to was actually a great place, we were there for a little over a year and I really loved it.
So now we're back in France, and I'm homesick for Ireland. Life's ironic right?
My brother, my-oh-so-annoying-I'm-going-to-strangle-you brother was miserable so back to the UK we went, at the humble age of 12 and 3/4 I was thrown into that shark pit known as teenage girls, well it was sink or swim.
So making the best of it I learnt to swim underwater. And there we stayed until January of my 14th year when I was cruelly uprooted yet again for father had landed a contract in Ireland so there we went. We moved to a little village just outside Dublin and I started to really like it there and then surprise surprise we moved again. But Co. Clare where we moved to was actually a great place, we were there for a little over a year and I really loved it.
So now we're back in France, and I'm homesick for Ireland. Life's ironic right?