The perils of being a woman – Peril 1 Feminine Hygiene

Let’s be honest, women have a bit of a rough deal when it comes to . . . well everything really don’t you think?
If it’s not the monthly hormonal hoedown that is the dreaded period with it’s emotional roller-coaster and spotty skin, not to mention wanting to eat everything in sight.
Then it’s the miracle of pregnancy complete with hormonal hoedown (again), dodgy skin (again), wanting to eat everything in sight (again) plus the addition of a beautiful selection of stretch-marks across a once toned and taught tummy, but which now looks like you have had the entire London Underground map tattooed to your stomach (oh yes by the time you are hitting month 8 there is more than enough room to fit Zone 6 on there too).
And thats all before we get onto the miracle that is

Handy tips on how to lose friends at the gym

I fear I have been spending too much of my time at the gym. So much so it feels like a second home. There is now a well worn path from my house through the park and ending at the gym.

You’d think one of two things would happen given that I am spending so much time there.

1. I would by now possess the abs of Pink
2. I would know what the correct gym etiquette is
3. I would be ripped – did I say that already? Well I am feeling pretty hard done to on the count

Neither of these things have happened.

Homeward Bound

Now I know that some of you may know that I have been lucky enough to be shortlisted in a teeny tiny little thing called the MAD Blog Awards. If you didn’t know, I am not sure how it has escaped your attention given that I have been harping on about it for what seems like forever, here, here and here.

The awards ceremony is taking place on 20 September at the very swish Royal Garden Hotel in London (Kensington no less – get me!) and guess who’s flying back to the UK for the ceremony. . .

My friend S. . .

The Bright side

I feel a bit bad having told you all about our weekend from hell, without telling you any of the good bits and there were some good bits – honestly! it has just taken me a long time to write about them.

It will be a pretty short post though!!

I have said before, that the whole purpose of the weekend away was for husb to take part in the Great Ocean Road Half Marathon. Husb says I have to tell you that it was very hilly.

It was very hilly.

Half marathons and haunted houses

I’ve already written about our accommodation fiasco the weekend of the Great Ocean Road Marathon festival, so I won’t regurge that, however, if you haven’t read about it and looked at the pictures in all their gory glory you can do so here, I did, however want to write about husbs efforts in the half marathon, as that was the whole reason that we were there in the first place. (And why we didn’t go home after the first hellish night!)

It was a very very early start on the Sunday morning. The half marathon route was a linear one running from Kennet River and finishing in Apollo Bay so it meant that all the runners staying in Apollo Bay had to be bused over to the start line as all the roads were closed for the races.

This meant a 6.15am pick up from Apollo Bay, which meant me dragging myself and the Bear out of bed at 5.30am chucking a jumper on over my PJs, bundling a still sleeping (but not for long) Bear into the car and driving the precarious 11k drive down into Apollo Bay in the driving rain to drop husb off – pleasant!

By the time we dropped husb off it was still pitch black and