I have never really felt the need to blog about single mummyhood because, well, these days there are so many of us around doing our thing: basking in the ecstasy of motherhood; striving to bring up a 'just as good as' child; becoming financially astute; fantasising about a social life beyond the endless kiddie parties, fun fairs and God knows what else.
I might be unusual in this regard but on those rare occasions when I do happen to slither out of my front door, I hardly ever choose the venue or outing. I guess it's because I can't really believe I am escaping and so just go with the flow. Either way, be it an invitation to the cinema or a work related social event, I very rarely do what I want to do....
But all that is about to change because I finally made it to Bookslam. Billed as 'clubbing for grown ups', last week's Bookslam was everything I expected it to be and more. The poetry and readings, the music (check out Vula on MySpace), the crowd, the vibe, the Thai/Chinese food served in American style cartoon thingies....it was like finding an African restaurant serving kenkey and fish in the middle of the Scottish Highlands. I spent the entire evening grinning at anyone who would make eye contact, thrilled at my little find.
And when I came home, I was still so excited that I danced around my room.