My most popular post ever was raking in thousands of views a month. But I deleted it.
If you have spoken to me in real life, it will come as no surprise that I am a bit of an over sharer. My broken vagina updates come up as a regular topic at various blog events and if I take a particularly noteworthy poop, I’m more than happy to offer a detailed description. Hey – I have never pretended to be classy!
Win one of 2 pairs of weekend tickets for the Mind, Body, Soul Experience in Manchester!
If you haven’t heard of Bongo’s Bingo, where have you been? No longer just a hobby for the blue-rinse-brigade, Bongo’s combines the number-daubing game, with music, drinking and dancing on benches, plus a whole load of weird and wonderful prizes. I recently attended a Bongo’s Bingo event for the first time in Leeds the other week and it was… interesting!
A Harry Potter giveaway!
I am about as sexy as a jacket potato. It’s okay, I know who I am. I’m funny, and I’m cute but I am absolutely not sexy. Thankfully I’m married and so I can be confident that Steven loves me regardless, but after everything that’s happened recently, I am trying to challenge myself to do more things that scare me.
On Friday, Steven and I were lucky enough to be invited by Pizza Express (total babes) to check out their new restaurant in Formby. So, Slimming World be damned, we headed off (dressed far too fancily for pizza, but we don’t go out much…!), ready to eat all the food.
For my birthday, we went to a fantastic hotel in Liverpool, 30 James Street. Read my review here – featuring gratuitous mirror selfies.
You may remember that a while ago I set myself the challenge of reading every Jacqueline Wilson book that had been published since my birth, as some sort of weird semi-midlife crisis. I was all set to start, but then other books happened. And I got a little carried away with life. But finally, this week, I picked up one of my favourite ever Jacqueline Wilson books, The Illustrated Mum.
I’ve seen a lot of questions about this on various Facebook groups and, suffering with imposter syndrome as I do, I’ve never felt quite legit enough to write about it. Not “freelance” enough if you will.