Award shower

I feel very honoured to have been chosen for two awards by The Good Woman of My Wee Scottish Blog for her 'Award from A Broad' for which I am very grateful. During these summer months of few readers (even my Mum only looks in once a month or so these days... I guess at my age the effect of Motherly Love on her are wearing a little thin...) it's good to have people who drop in for a natter regularly. It's also good to have excellent blogs to read rather than all those unecessary 3 for 2 novel deals which normally take what little time I seem to have spare these days and TGW is a brilliant read. She is also tireless in her vistitation of other people's blogs, hence her award by Lady Macleod for the Schmooze Power award which she has also passed along to me and which I will pass shortly onto three other bloggers who have schmoozed me... although finding one who hasn't already GOT the award is going to be a task...

The Good Woman currently lives in Scotland as her blog title implies but is shortly moving to Nairobi on another adventurous posting and I am looking forward no end to the continuation of her blog in new climes.

In her very kind post The Good Woman mentions quite rightly that I don't really post about anything other than The Spud. While this is mainly because I am a Bear Of Very Little Brain and can only think about one thing at once and the Spud is currently That Thing, it's also because he is the reason I have a blog.

I started this purely to talk about my pregnancy to my family so that they'd all stop ringing me with an endless stream of identical questions. Very shortly, however, it became obvious that I didn't know the first thing about pregnancy and that there seemed to exist a web of silence around the entire process (not however if you're on the Interweb where thousands of parents are daily dishing The Terrible Truth). In fact, unless one is pregnant oneself or is particularly mad and buys a pregnancy book for light entertainment (say if it was in a 3 for 2 deal at the airport), the only things one might know about the entire experience are a: the birds and the bees have their way and b: nine months later a baby pops out of 'Down There' down there. Oh! Ouch!

The truth is so startlingly different from the above that I found myself suddenly blurting out the facts to friends of mine in conversation. You have no idea how fast it is possible to lose friends while discussing the natural functions of one's own body. I would be asked a simply 'how is it going' type question and would find myself five minutes later talking at the general vicinity of a vacant chair about how my intestines were currently trapped under my lungs. It turns out that if one is not or has not already been pregnant, one actually Doesn't Want To Know which is possibly why by the time one is knocked up one knows Absolutely Sweet Bugger All about the whole thing.

So, here I am, still blurting it all out in gory detail. It makes me laugh, anyway.

The Good Woman also questions what I do for a living and in that I am very lucky in that I work for myself, largely from home (although this tends to spill over into my weekends and holidays but there you go) and we balance Spud-care out between a childminder, the Frog and myself.

What I do however is so incomprehensibly mind-numbing boring to explain that to say anything about it at all would lose me all my readers my reader to a nice long reader-y nap. The keywords here are 'CRM', 'Blahject' and 'blahblahblah'. Oi! Wake up!! (sound of fingers going **SNAP SNAP SNAP**) You see? I lost you at the acronym, didn't I? Oh hell, I've lost you completely now.

So, er, that's that. I will pass on the Schmooze award very soon. I was going to post about Biarritz but then it rained a lot and I lost heart. Worse, it managed to rain half-way through my week-long tanning plan when I had only got to the bit where I move to a lower factor sunscreen so I am still as white as the Sta-puft marshmallow man. And about as doughy.