This week (end of September 2024) marks one year since I self-published the book and as time has gone by, the urge to throw down some more words has increased. It helps to declutter the brain in a way that is unsurpassed by anything else I have tried before.

Being in a situation where an emotive response is the correct response comes with a heavy amount of pressure for me, imagine standing in front of an unexploded ticking bomb with a pair of wire cutters, and the only training you ever did was for a cycling proficiency certificate in 1981.

With the blog firmly in place, attracting over 6,000 views, and the book in the final throws of completion, I thought it would be a good idea to try and take stock.

This is just a quick blog post to say sorry and to do a quick update. I'm sorry that the blog has been a little quiet of late, but I've been super busy finalising the 'Who's Wally?' book. 

The writing has taken over my life these last few months, If I've not been at work or seeing my kids, I've been formulating blogs or chapters and I've thought of nothing else.

Back in 2005, I was asked to comment on my adoption by a journalist from ‘The Daily Telegraph’. Being the media whore I obviously was, I agreed.

Jumping forward to 2012 now and a Facebook message that took me completely by surprise said …

In the folder, at the back, I stored about 30 sheets of notepaper. Only the first sheet had any notes on it. I snapped the rings open and removed them for recycling, but something stopped me.

May 1999 and news that my application for gaining access to my adoption records had been processed

I have always known I was adopted, at least I can't recall any such time where I was told about it, and up until recently I would have told you that I haven't been affected by being adopted.

As I write this I'm about 10% into writing my experiences growing up as an adoptee. I was adopted as baby in 1973.