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.
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 …
I don’t have anything to write about today that seems appropriate after everything that’s been going on so I’m just going to leave this here.
On Sunday 12th July, I found myself in a room full of people, frantically swapping business cards, taking arty pictures of bowls of popcorn and tweeting incessantly. This was my first blogger meet!