So, BritMums have prompted people to follow in the footsteps of the brilliant Slummy Single Mummy (who is not remotely slummy, I have noticed) and write a post in tweets. You would think it would be pretty easy, but let’s face it, if I scroll back through my tweets, I discover that I am a shallow individual who has biscuits for breakfast with a fruit chaser and calls it a balanced meal.
And yet, I like a challenge. A while ago, I’d have claimed to be a relative newcomer to the whole Twitter thing, but I just checked and I’m 13, 385 tweets in, so perhaps I have graduated to tweet with the Intermediates. I’d welcome your thoughts on this. But only after you have given careful consideration to the
vapid nonsense carefully considered intellectual thoughts that I share with the twittersphere.
Tuesday 17th April:
@dulwichmum is it not a shade of paint in the Farrow and Ball range? [In response to the question "what is a pastie?"]
Wednesday 18th April: Home made chocolate mousse, people. Home-made chocolate mousse. [Blatant tweet-for-compliments]
Thursday 19th April: I’ll settle for being a woman. Right now I could pass as a Gorilla. [In reponse to a tweet about feeling like a new woman after a spa day and haircut.]
Friday 20th April:
A very thoughtful gift from When I Was a Kid. fb.me/1S2oleQUX
— Kelly Innes (@domesticgoddesq) April 20, 2012
Saturday 21st April:
@dotsandspotsbiz thanks….not as fab as the swan though! [I leave that to your imagination]
Sunday 22nd April: I have cooked a chicken in the slow cooker, in honour of
@The_Moiderer and her splendid marathon-ing. [I cooked a chicken in the slow cooker in roughly the same time it took her to run the marathon. Which is a close to running a marathon as I will ever get. Ever.]
Monday 23rd April: St George’s Day should be a Public Holiday. Discuss. [Practically political, me.]
I think that was a fairly accurate insight into the sort of person I am. And undoubtedly a good reason for me not attending BlogCamp on Saturday. Although I’d have been jolly easy to spot in all the pictures, with all that body hair, unkempt nails and hands filled with cake.