I will probably shave my legs tomorrow

Ok, so it’s midnight. My hall is piled high with holiday washing and assorted detritus. I have an empty suitcase, because of the aforementioned pile in the hall, but what I need is a packed suitcase.

Tomorrow – today – is the MADS blogger awards ceremony, and I have either been on holiday or batshit busy for the last 3 weeks. I am not precisely phased by my spectacular lack of readiness, despite casting a mildly awed eye at the meticulous planning of other finalists, yet I do feel that I could usefully move my preparations on a little wee bit, particularly as Harry starts pre-school 9am tomorrow morning. (I think he does, at any rate. I’ve had no letter. If there was a letter, I’ve lost it. I don’t think there was a letter. I hope there wasn’t a letter. I am now worried about the possible loss of a letter. Why would they not send a letter?) 

I am not expecting to win, hence my uber-chilled outlook from under an unplucked monobrow. If there were any subliminal suggestions of having to beetle up to a dais to collect summat, I would be considerably nervier. I’ve superglued the soles back down on my favourite strappy shoes and grabbed a new dress off a Debenhams sale rail this morning before work, which I feel to be provision-a-plenty in a contented runner-up. (Winning types should definitely wear new shoes.)

I’m not particularly relishing the fact that once again, my hair is channelling Cagney & Lacey and that wretched dulux dog, but I’ve had no opportunity to have it professionally tamed – although I did hack an inch off my fringe with holiday-cottage kitchen scissors last week. I can see now, at least, which was awful touch and go before. The sea-wind that has been playing havoc with it all week in Cornwall will, the very moment I hit Bognor, (which I cannot say without imagining an Austin Powers-type howl of BOGNOR, BABY!) whip it into yet another tangle of not-quite-curls and make me look disarrayed, provincial, temperamental and slightly odd.

All of the things, in fact, that I actually am, so no worries there.

12 Responses

  1. Good luck packing, and have a great trip!

  2. Watch you win now!

  3. My shoes cost me £4 and arrived in a plastic bag from eBay.

    Never say I don’t rock a good bargain.

    I’m bringing bubbly. We are drinking it. I’m also bringing paracetamol. Don’t I look after all your needs?

  4. Have fun…
    (from the owner of humidity-affected hair who is going on holidays to the beach next week … and the forecast is for rain. I will look like Sideshow Bob the whole time I am there).

  5. The twitter strem is frightening – beautification levels in the stratosphere – who are these other women? Rooting for you and Everyday Stranger.

  6. Have used Life Partner’s email addy so I could vote for both of you. Err, maybe there was something wrong with that plan?

    Hope you both had a wonderful time and slammed the opposition into oblivion! And if NOT, then drink that bubbly by way of commiseration. Clearly the judges have no taste.

  7. Enjoy most thoroughly!

  8. I shaved my legs before the dinner. I cut both knees. I shouldn’t have bothered 😉

    Was so great to meet you last night. *squeee*

    I’m just about coming down from the embarrassment of being a stalker.

    Am so tired today. But a really good night. Thanks xx

  9. It was great to meet you Ann and to see that we have so much in common to. I was a lightweight who went to bed at 11pm!

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