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! 

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. 

As it’s National Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, I wanted to write a blog post about how my life is affected by this poop stain of a condition.

So today’s blog post is a little late, but the reason for this, happens to be the inspiration for the post, and it will (hopefully) be up before midnight so I’m still claiming #BEDN! This evening was our good friend Dan’s birthday so Steven and I met up with him and his lovely wife Chloe for a meal. As these …