Mrs Blighty's Important Award and Important Blogger Meet Up

Dahlings, exciting news, I have been nominated for a Stylish Blogger Award by the very kind SoFrenchyChic, http://sofrenchy-sochic.blogspot.com/
A condition of the award is to tell you 7 things about me. So here goes:

1. I am an Olympic standard figure skater and synchronised swimmer, but rarely perform the two sports simultaneously;
Rumours that Blights cheated in the synchronised swimming are completely unfounded
2. I have been having a torrid affair with Daniel Craig for the last 3 years, managing to keep it secret from the world's Press, my husband and indeed from Mr Craig himself;
3. Prince William actually asked me to marry him before he settled on that Middleton girl,but Mr Blighty pointed out that the planned wedding date clashed with our annual caravanning holiday in Bognor Regis, so I had to decline;
4. One of my son's paintings ("Mad Axeman Vomits Blue Paint on a Dalek") is currently on display at the Royal Academy and rumour has it that that Saatchi chap wants to buy it;
5. I play a mean electric guitar and Mick and Keef used to come round to ours for jamming sessions, till Mr B banned them, as Keef was always falling over and getting cigarette ash everywhere;
6. I am not bad at Maths and Professor Stephen Hawkins regularly consults me on tricky problems, the near fail I got for O level Maths was quite frankly a travesty;
Here's me lending a helping hand/paw with the Maths
7. I am a complete fantasist and topclass gobshite, but very occasionally I tell the truth.

Now I have to tell you all about 15 recently discovered great bloggers. Oof, it's hard to limit it to 15 but here we go, in no particular order, so don't get huffy if you are not first:
http://www.elegancemaison.com/
http://amidprivilege.com/
http://sydneyshopgirl.blogspot.com/
http://carlyfindlay.blogspot.com/
http://ratherthanfacebook.blogspot.com/
http://thatsnotmyage.blogspot.com/
http://thegardenerscottage.blogspot.com/
http://nottinghillgirl.blogspot.com/
http://misskitty-catgoestotown.blogspot.com/
http://mrstrefusis.blogspot.com/
http://hostessofthehumblebungalow.blogspot.com/
http://forbesbell.blogspot.com/
http://millafoxshops.blogspot.com/
http://notwavingbutironing.wordpress.com/
http://fromnorthqld.wordpress.com/
So guys, over to you and below is the smallprint. Have fun!


The conditions of receiving the Stylish Blogger award are:
* Thank and link back to the person(s) who gave me this award.
* Share 7 things about myself.
* Pay it forward to 15 recently discovered great bloggers.
* Contact those bloggers and tell them about the award.

Apart from awards, I am dead excited to be meeting Louise from North of Q, hopefully tomorrow. Stay posted for the next episode of When Blogger Met Blogger!
Must go now, as in the never ending home improvement quest and accompanying project management failings, Ron and Ron, builders by Royal Appointment, are coming tomorrow to demolish wardrobes in Boy 2's room. This means I have to move Boy 2, 3005 pieces of Lego, 15 puffles and his collection of twiddly hankies (don't ask) plus furniture, into another room, or possibly the garage. After a nice cup of tea of course. No point rushing into things, without proper sustenance.

What goes around comes around

Mr Blighty came home from work earlier than usual last night. He was in a very good mood and looked very pleased with himself. "Why are you home so early?" I asked suspiciously (I had only just had time to untie the tennis instructor*). "Oh, so I'm not allowed to come home to my own house and see my lovely wife?" replied Mr B. That did it, I was extremely suspicious. I scanned the hall and noticed an interesting looking package sitting there. "What's that?" I said. Mr B told me to wait till after supper (he was already climbing into his protective suit and putting on his helmet and visor). While he was wielding the hammer and chisel (my macaroni cheese tends to be very robust) I tried to wheedle further information out of him. Is it a present for me? Yes, he responded. I was now beside myself with excitement. And when he added that it was something I had always wanted, I almost fainted with joy.

At last Mr B finishes his supper and I hose down the kitchen, and Mr B does some quick dental repair work.

He hands me over the package, inside is a large box tied up with a red bow. I rip it open, like a frenzied toddler with a Lindt bunny at a Easter egg hunt.

This is what I find.

What a difference just 2 letters can make.

Mr Blighty is now back in the spare room. Indefinitely. And pointing out he got me the chrome version is not going to help.

*Joking of course. It was the plumber.

**Thanks to Amazon and Rolodex for use of the picture.