I am a very bad blogger. Very bad indeed.

I was tagged more than a week ago by Lexie at the brilliant Mother Porridge to “fill in the blanks”. Like the naughty kid at school that I never was, I have only just completed the “assignment”. Bad me. I blame teething, red wine, dirty socks and too much work (unfortunately I don’t have a dog).

So, here it is. And sorry it was late. Please don’t hate me.

I am…a worry wart. I worry constantly, all the time, about pretty much everything. I try to maintain the persona of relaxed Earth Mother, but I don’t think it’s particularly convincing.

The bravest thing I have ever done…Hmmm, I could say “given birth” here. Or I could say “bungee jump”. Or I could even say “asked former Reading boss Steve Coppell for a kiss live on Sky News” (don’t ask). But I’m going to plump with “attempted stand up comedy”. That was literally the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. And needless to say, I won’t be doing it any time soon.

I feel prettiest when…I’m not caked in bits of rice cake and bolognaise. Or poo. Or crusty milk. (Not often then.)

Something that keeps me up at night…Are you joking? My baby. Obviously. And my partner’s wind.

My favourite meal is…Thai Green Curry with king prawns. Preferably eaten on a beach in Thailand. Yum.

The way to my heart is…make me laugh. I’m a sucker for funny stuff.

I would like to be…More confident in my own abilities. And two stone lighter. Can I have two things please?

That’s it. Grade me as you will. Please don’t make me pay a penalty for lateness, it will never happen again (promise).

I tag:

The Real Boatwife

I Know I Need to Stop Talking

Steph’s Two Girls