Cazza Whatever!

In the eighties, Irene Cara begged us to "remember her name", and like it or loathe it we all have a name. I don't know what yours is (unless you post me a comment ;0) ) but I can guarantee you have one. As for mine you will have guessed that as no self respecting parent would actually name their baby daughter Cazza and so  mine is going to be something beginning with C, possibly Carol or Caroline. And you'd be right- it's Carol (you probably won't have guessed that my middle name is June but you may now have an inkling as to when my birthday is!) I have to say I really like my first name and I was called Carol in the hope that I would love to sing-and I do. As a result of this though I think I have formed a really strong attachment to names and the meaning of names.And it's really made me think this week about names. Forgive me for going off on a tangent for a second but I wanted to share a wonderful conversation I had once with a little boy in my class

I guess this is always the question that people ask when they first see a new blog. This was certainly my question when contemplating writing a blog this year. Having posed the question several of my friends gave encouraging and loving responses to my concerns over whether it was worth me starting one. So here I am! Cazza, whatever! Look forward to seeing you soon x