I win the trampoline contest of our back garden 2008.
I wear the crown made of fabulous beams of pride and am triumphant in my winnery.
My Mum faked a back injury when I leapt to heights of gigantor which made us all laugh because she was relegated to sitting on the trampoline edge as I jumped merrily and shook her and belle like rag dolls on a bed. Its all too childish in a way but secretly lots of fun watching the pair of them giggle away. Im suffering for that now, mind, as my calves are on fire.
But still, I win!
Mum and I had been shopping earlier as I needed to get a few bits for my trip to Cyprus. There is nothing summery looking in the shops (obv, as we are entering autumn). I wanted to buy something nice to wear for the wedding and thought that Debenhams would be the place to fit the bill (that or Marksy's....I lubs Marksy's - as in Marks and Spencers; they sell the best knickers you know although mum swears by her arm pit warming sloggi's). There was the most beautiful skirt, reduced, which meant all I had to find was a top. But no, it wasn't working for me. Then we turned a corner and came across evening wear and the cocktail strapless dresses hit me in the face. No way have I got the figure for those babies. Im far to chubs for those until mum suggested I try some on. The first one I tried on was gorgeous and fit me really nice and took pounds off me (Obv a deffo purchase) and we promptly went to find a matching fastenator which took a nano second as there were kajillions in different styles and colours. Then to top it all, I made a huge saving at the counter too.
So I am going to be wearing a frock and show off my legs in 2 weeks time - lord help me!
It was lovely to have lunch out and spend time with my momma - she is the best shopping pardner in the world but she is rubbish at trampolining.
Did I mention that I won?!!!!