When I think about bibs, I think about my son’s drool. This makes me think about his teething. This makes me think about sleep deprivation. And this makes me think about the time I was tortured by the SAS. True story. I’d love to tell you more, but if I did I would have to kill you. Not really. I’d just not be able to offer you the following deal. If you vote for me in the Fresh Voice category of the Britmums Brilliance in Blogging awards
, I’ll publish my tale of, ahem, heroism in the face of brutality. Oooooooh. How exciting, especially since there’s a video I can embed and everything.
Well, what are you waiting for? Vote me and I’ll cough up the goods quicker than I – spoiler alert – asked the nice SAS men to stop hanging me from the ceiling.
Do you know what I am tired of? Actually, that’s an unfair question, because I’m tired of quite a lot right now. I’m tired of sitting around on my backside waiting for Read more