Firsts....

In an effort to break the miasma of the last few days, I'm going to do a meme.  (After all, isn't that what happens with real grief?  We let it all out for a bit then plaster over the cracks and smile and be told how we're doing "ever so well!")

First Kiss: was a a lad at a school disco.  First proper kiss was my first real boyfriend, who I am never allowed to forget by my family.  In fact, I never get to forget any of my boyfriends because my family remember them all and tell everyone about them.  In particular, Hairy Alistairy.

First Guy I Slept With: would be that same First Kiss fellow.  But several months later.  TBH, I wished I hadn't bothered, because until I met Steve, sex was pretty much a non-starter.  But Steve was very giving.  And then there was Rich, who rocked my world.  We rocked each others worlds, because we'd both been without decent sex for so long, that it was a complete eye opener.  And now there is J, and I'm not talking about him on here in this context because it is rude.  But I am very, very, VERY happy and that's all I'm going to say about that!

First Time I Fainted: Never have! 

First Time I Left Home: October 1994 when I went to Uni at 19.  I came home for one summer, hated living at home again, (although I love my parents and my family) and left for good.

First Video I Ever Rented: I don't think I ever have.  So I shall replace this with The First single I bought : which was Thorn in my side, by The Eurythmics.  Actually, that is nothing to be ashamed of, unlike my brother, whose first single was "Every loser wins" by Nick Berry from EastEnders.

First Word I Spoke: Mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum.  Does that count?

Now I am supposed to tag people, so I shall tag Chef Penny at Our Crazy Adventures in Autismland just because I like her!