I returned home on Saturday morning a slightly damaged version of my Friday self.
Friday saw me knee deep in bleach at seven am cleaning my old home and a few hours later I was drowning in cardboard as I attempted to unpack into our new family home.
By midday I was knackered…
Yet true to form I managed to pull a brush through my locks, slap on some war paint and slip my arse into some spanx and get myself to London town for this years Mad Blog Awards in which I was a nominee in four categories.
At this point I would love to regale you with tales of the event but I must have slipped and hit my head because my memories are a little sketchy. I definitely recall pouring a small glass of Pinot to toast the event, I remember asking Mylene Klass if she used to be in Hearsay and I remember hounding the organiser and God of Blogland Sally Whittle in an attempt to photograph her rarely seen pins.
And I remember being utterly chuffed to bits when I heard that I had won an award for Best Writer!
I may have had another small glass of Pinot to celebrate.
It gets a bit hazy after that…
Saturday arrived with an anger that started in my head and worked its way to my stomach, after slipping and hitting my head I must have eaten something funny because sweet lord I felt like a walking zombie. Still I put on a brave face and managed to consume half the hotel breakfast before returning home to ensure he who helped create them was pulling his weight with the unpacking.
A train ride later I arrived to my new home eager to tell the children I had won…
Here was their reaction…
Me in excited, yet quieter than usual owing to the brass band who were squatting my skull, “I won!”
Twin Girl in a non plussed voice, “Daddy told us, did Molly win?”
Me, “Molly didn’t go darling, just me; but I won!”
Twin Girl with a hint of sulk in her tones, “I like Molly’s blog, she should win…”
Me with a quiver in my throat, “Ok…”
Twin Boy then jumped in to make me feel better with the comment “you didn’t really win.”
Me, defensively: “did”
Twin Boy: “You lost three though…”
At this point I looked around for help in any shape or size and saw it in the form of my youngest limping towards me,
BB: “Mummy, Boobie, I win, hurray!”
That award won’t go to my head then.
However despite the muted reaction of my offspring I cannot articulate in words how utterly thrilled I am to have won an award for doing something I love. To all who voted thank you very much, after such a long year with many ups and downs this award means an enormous amount.