http://coleus-chimes.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/competition-1000-amazon-voucher.html
Why not enter?!
*not my competition - I am just posting about it!
Sunday, 8 June 2014
Saturday, 26 April 2014
The #GreatBritishHome Challenge with Victoria Plumb
You are Mr or Mrs ELEGANT Your style is most like Lady Mary or Lord Gillingham from Downton Abbey.Wish list: The Camberley bathroom range from Victoria Plumb. A stunning high level toilet and a chunky, square basin embody all the best features of days gone by
That was my result from a fun little quiz about styles and preferences. I've never actually watched Downton Abbey, although I am, of course, familiar with period dramas and I've often said that if I had lived in a previous life, it would have been as some sort of maid in a Big House, such is the affinity I feel for the period. The centrepiece - the thing that catches everyone's eye when they walk in my living room - is my three storey Victorian-style doll's house. That is furnished in the Downton Abbey style - or at least, partly. It's an ongoing project......but the bathroom suite does, eerily, resemble the quiz-recommended Camberley bathroom suite.
The #GreatBritishHomw Quiz (which you can take yourself by clicking the magic linky, below) got me thinking about what "home" actually means, not what the singers and cliché writers say it means.
Primarily, it's where I can relax and be myself - not have to keep up appearances or worry about what others think or want - and the ideal place for relaxing is of course the bathroom. There's nothing like a hot bath for soaking away the stress and cares and this Harding roll-top from Victoria Plumb is, I think, the bath of my dreams.
The rest of the #GreatBritishHome, to me, is both a sanctuary and a canvas - somewhere I can be myself and stamp my own style on the place. I like to relax and to throw off the outside airs and graces that society expects from you and being in a room that I furnished myself to my own tastes does just that. Dressing up to sit in a posh restaurant and worry about which knife and fork to use first is all very well, but sometimes there's nothing like curling up in my dressing gown, sinking into my chocolate brown, overstuffed sofa and watching a film with my dinner on my lap. The walls are hung with photos taken by myself and evoke happy memories - little knick knacks and souvenirs are dotted around the room and the first word that spring to mind when I enter it are comfort and familiarity.
I love cooking - I find it infinitely relaxing and soothing to bake or cook something. My kitchen contains every gadget imaginable - everything from spring loaded egg toppers to colour changing egg timers - much of it infrequently used but it all still adds up to creating what is commonly described as the heart of the home. I don't like the word cluttered - I prefer "equipped" and my kitchen is certainly that!
I don't cook many fancy foods - traditional British foods are my forté - meat and potato pie, stew and dumplings, Victoria sponges, rock buns and the like and there's nothing like the smell of traditional British baking for adding ambience to a home. You can keep your air fresheners - I think my home smells nicest when filled with the aroma of a delicious, home made cake. It's welcoming and people gravitate to it. Interestingly, the only room in my dolls house that is finished is the kitchen - like mine, it is full to the saucepan-laden rafters with Downton Abbey-esque furnishings and period kitchen paraphernalia.
My bedroom is probably the closest to fitting the Downton Abbey era of decorating quiz result although it's probably more Addams Family than Gillingham family. It's not to everybody's tastes, I admit. The linen is black, the curtains are black, the lamp is black wrought iron as is the curtain rail and the various candlesticks dotted about the room. The furniture is a dark wood with antique-style wrought iron handles I spent weeks hunting down black vases and black artificial roses to give it the final gothic touch - in fact, the only splash of colour is the huge pile of "waiting to be read" books piled beside the bed. It's relaxing, welcoming, soothing and I couldn't improve it if I tried.
Reading back, I see that my whole #GreatBritishHome ideal is about comfort and relaxation - and isn't that what the home is all about? "Home" to me means "I'm done! I can sit down, relax and do what I want to do". I don't think I can improve on that.
“This post is an entry for the #GreatBritishHome Challenge sponsored by Victoria Plumb, a source of quality bathrooms for every type of home. Take its “What’s Your Celebrity Home Style?” quiz to discover what your home says about you.” http://bit.ly/Nmd2WJ
Great British Home Quiz
Sunday, 30 March 2014
"Gnngrrrhhhh" (subtitle): the noise of a MagpieMan in love.
I spotted a rather fabulouso competition which offered the munificent chance to win a watch of your choice (within reason, obviously!) simply for waxing lyrical about how much you love the said watch. I normally avoid competitions where you have to explain how deserving you are of the prize as I always tend to get disheartened by the end of the first line - why am I any more deserving than anyone else? I'm not! Sure, I could go for the sympathy vote by referencing a serious illness I had some time ago, but does that make me any more deserving? Not really. There's always somebody worse off and, frankly, not only do I not want to revisit that time in my life - even if it is only mentally and briefly - but I've also seen so many people play that card that I'm sure it must grate on the rolling eyes of whoever judges these things.
No, this one simply asks that you write about your favourite watch or piece of jewellery - no life history or sob story required - and so I decided to give it a go. I like watches. I remember my first one - it had a red leather strap and Mickey Mouse on the clock face. Mickey's arms pointed to the hour and minute - not that this was much use to me because I was four and couldn't tell the time - but I loved Mickey and I loved my grandad, who had purchased it from Woolworths for my fourth birthday - I felt so grown up, having my own watch - many people say that their first drink or their first kiss was their defining moment of adulthood but not me. For me it was the first "Mickey's big glove is on......."
It came with many verbal warnings from my Grandad to "keep it dry" and of course I didn't listen. Mickey is long gone - he ticked his last in the sea at Skegness - ever since then, I've had this thing about not getting watches wet - even if they're water resistant!
So I was having a little nosey around the many examples of timepiece **pornography gathered together by The Watch Hut to tempt and tease even the most reluctant of buyers whilst simultaneously trying to answer the mental question "If I could choose any watch, which one would I choose"?
"Birthday shopping for me"? chirped the disembodied voice of he who is usually ignored - somewhat to my bemusement as a) my birthday comes before his and b) I was visually caressing a rather sexy little Bulova ladies dress watch with rose gold accents which was (and still is) very pretty and, more importantly, very girly.
"Let's just have a quick look at the men's watches" came a hopeful voice from behind me, so, with a sigh, I clicked over to the men's section and scrolled through a few pages. "Gnngrrrhhhh" he said - well, it's pretty hard to talk after your jaw has dropped or with your tongue hanging out and he was suddenly afflicted by both.
So what had rendered him into a speechless, gibbering wreck?
This:
You'll have to click right here to see the full glory of this Casio-tastic marvel and trust me - it's worth a click!
It's the first time I've seen him actually take an interest in a watch - he normally goes for the £2.99-that'll-do-fine-wrist-green-in-a-week-or-your-money-back specials from the market stall near the toilets. He wasn't interested in the quartz movement, the two year guarantee or any of the other little details - he was just, magpie-like - "Shiny. Want". I pointed out that it was water resistant - as you'll recall, that's a big deal for me when it comes to a watch - but this piece of useful information was countered with the breathless and wide-eyed proclamation that it "looked like 007's" and my expounding on the virtues of a Neobrite dial was simply overridden by the monosyllabic "Mine".
Well, who can resist the blossoming love affair between man and watch? Not me (and believe me, with the Bulova ladies watch still glistening in my brain, I tried) and so, reluctantly, I abandoned all thought of the sexy, girly, rose-gold accentuated wrist candy (Excuse the tear stains, They should dry soon. ) and wrote this blog post with him in mind instead, because, quite frankly, it would be such a blessing to be able to ask him the time in public and not have us both cringe in embarrassment as he displays his watch. I'm proud of him and I want him to be proud of his watch, too.
**Note: It isn't really pornography. But The Watch Hut will make your eyes pop out and it will make you drool. So it might as well be.
No, this one simply asks that you write about your favourite watch or piece of jewellery - no life history or sob story required - and so I decided to give it a go. I like watches. I remember my first one - it had a red leather strap and Mickey Mouse on the clock face. Mickey's arms pointed to the hour and minute - not that this was much use to me because I was four and couldn't tell the time - but I loved Mickey and I loved my grandad, who had purchased it from Woolworths for my fourth birthday - I felt so grown up, having my own watch - many people say that their first drink or their first kiss was their defining moment of adulthood but not me. For me it was the first "Mickey's big glove is on......."
It came with many verbal warnings from my Grandad to "keep it dry" and of course I didn't listen. Mickey is long gone - he ticked his last in the sea at Skegness - ever since then, I've had this thing about not getting watches wet - even if they're water resistant!
So I was having a little nosey around the many examples of timepiece **pornography gathered together by The Watch Hut to tempt and tease even the most reluctant of buyers whilst simultaneously trying to answer the mental question "If I could choose any watch, which one would I choose"?
"Birthday shopping for me"? chirped the disembodied voice of he who is usually ignored - somewhat to my bemusement as a) my birthday comes before his and b) I was visually caressing a rather sexy little Bulova ladies dress watch with rose gold accents which was (and still is) very pretty and, more importantly, very girly.
"Let's just have a quick look at the men's watches" came a hopeful voice from behind me, so, with a sigh, I clicked over to the men's section and scrolled through a few pages. "Gnngrrrhhhh" he said - well, it's pretty hard to talk after your jaw has dropped or with your tongue hanging out and he was suddenly afflicted by both.
So what had rendered him into a speechless, gibbering wreck?
This:
It's the first time I've seen him actually take an interest in a watch - he normally goes for the £2.99-that'll-do-fine-wrist-green-in-a-week-or-your-money-back specials from the market stall near the toilets. He wasn't interested in the quartz movement, the two year guarantee or any of the other little details - he was just, magpie-like - "Shiny. Want". I pointed out that it was water resistant - as you'll recall, that's a big deal for me when it comes to a watch - but this piece of useful information was countered with the breathless and wide-eyed proclamation that it "looked like 007's" and my expounding on the virtues of a Neobrite dial was simply overridden by the monosyllabic "Mine".
Well, who can resist the blossoming love affair between man and watch? Not me (and believe me, with the Bulova ladies watch still glistening in my brain, I tried) and so, reluctantly, I abandoned all thought of the sexy, girly, rose-gold accentuated wrist candy (Excuse the tear stains, They should dry soon. ) and wrote this blog post with him in mind instead, because, quite frankly, it would be such a blessing to be able to ask him the time in public and not have us both cringe in embarrassment as he displays his watch. I'm proud of him and I want him to be proud of his watch, too.
**Note: It isn't really pornography. But The Watch Hut will make your eyes pop out and it will make you drool. So it might as well be.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Cream Tees giveaway
I found this great site selling all kinds of retro-style t-shirts! You name it - they have it! Back To The Future, zombies, TV tie-ins, Keep Calms - you could be happy for hours just browsing!
Yesterday I saw on FB that they're running a giveaway for a free tee. You can enter right here: https://www.facebook.com/creamtees/app_228910107186452
It's a simple Rafflecopter entry with lots of options to win - the only problem you'll have is deciding what tee to choose!I'm eyeing up a zombie one but I also love this one which is of course from Back to the Future:
Yesterday I saw on FB that they're running a giveaway for a free tee. You can enter right here: https://www.facebook.com/creamtees/app_228910107186452
It's a simple Rafflecopter entry with lots of options to win - the only problem you'll have is deciding what tee to choose!I'm eyeing up a zombie one but I also love this one which is of course from Back to the Future:
Thursday, 26 September 2013
Win! Heat Holder socks!
As a long-time fan of Heat Holders socks, I was delighted when they asked me to run a competition so that you can win some of your very own! They're giving one lucky entrant FIVE pairs of ladies or children's Heat Holder socks for themselves! Free!
Which would you choose? http://www.heatholders.com/uk/products/overview.php
I discovered them last year and was intrigued when I saw that they had a tog rating. "Like a quilt?" I wondered. "Are they really that warm?" So I invested in a pair - pink - in case you were wondering - and looked forward to seeing if they could beat my foot-warming method of socks over tights. I was especially impressed that Heat Holders recognise that women can and do have big feet, so I was able to select a pair designed for my foot size and know that I wouldn't face a tug of war to try and get the heel in roughly the right place.
Well, they were warm. Wearing them was honestly like having my feet in front of a radiator. They have a thick fleece on the inside that is heaven to frozen toes! I immediately went and bought him two pairs and another pair (purple, this time) for myself. Despite his initial scoffing at my outpourings of love for my socks, he gave them a try and was also impressed by the intense warmth that Heat Holders brings to your toes. My purple pair are still going strong without any sign of wear or holes (and I've worn them pretty much constantly) but alas, my pink pair met their fate in the jaws of my puppy, otherwise I have no doubt that they too, would still be serving my toes with a generous supply of constant warmth!
So if you would like to win FIVE pairs of these fabulous socks, just enter using the simple Rafflecopter!
Disclaimer: All opinions are my own. I have not been paid or received any incentive for writing this review or running this competition.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Which would you choose? http://www.heatholders.com/uk/products/overview.php
I discovered them last year and was intrigued when I saw that they had a tog rating. "Like a quilt?" I wondered. "Are they really that warm?" So I invested in a pair - pink - in case you were wondering - and looked forward to seeing if they could beat my foot-warming method of socks over tights. I was especially impressed that Heat Holders recognise that women can and do have big feet, so I was able to select a pair designed for my foot size and know that I wouldn't face a tug of war to try and get the heel in roughly the right place.
Well, they were warm. Wearing them was honestly like having my feet in front of a radiator. They have a thick fleece on the inside that is heaven to frozen toes! I immediately went and bought him two pairs and another pair (purple, this time) for myself. Despite his initial scoffing at my outpourings of love for my socks, he gave them a try and was also impressed by the intense warmth that Heat Holders brings to your toes. My purple pair are still going strong without any sign of wear or holes (and I've worn them pretty much constantly) but alas, my pink pair met their fate in the jaws of my puppy, otherwise I have no doubt that they too, would still be serving my toes with a generous supply of constant warmth!
So if you would like to win FIVE pairs of these fabulous socks, just enter using the simple Rafflecopter!
Disclaimer: All opinions are my own. I have not been paid or received any incentive for writing this review or running this competition.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Saturday, 21 September 2013
My Big Night In!
How would I create my perfect, fun night in? Well, many of my hobbies are of the solitary variety: reading, cross stitch and other such activities that would, frankly, be ruined by the presence of others.
One thing I do love to do that would lend itself well to a group activity is ghost hunting! So - as my friends are all fellow ghost and horror addicts - I would host a Hallowe'en party - with a twist!
The house decorations would, of course, fit the theme - I would have light up pumpkins to guide revellers up the path, past the vampire bats glaring malevolently from the plum tree and into the House of Horrors - Once inside the house - decorated with cobwebs, ghouls, bones and gravestones - the guests would be greeted by a zombie maid bearing Hallowe'en Sunset cocktails - a frighteningly delicious concoction of Grenadine, pomegranate juice and vodka, served with black ice cubes and a licorice stick stirrer. Virgin Blood for the drivers - the same concoction but sans vodka. I anticipate smaller guests in the early part of the evening and would serve them a Bubbling Witches Brew - comprised of a ghoulish green limeade, a sprinkle of baking powder to produce the bubbling effect and a green gummy worm hidden in the bottom of each ghastly glass!
The fun night in would primarily be about seasonal Samhain shenanigans but I would provide a modest Spooky Spread. Younger guests will find themselves eating Dead Man's Sandwiches - the recipe and preparation both very simple and the effect deliciously horrifying!
Cream cheese or peanut butter
Almonds
Strawberry Jam
Remove the crusts from white bread. Spread with butter and cream cheese or peanut butter. Roll up the sandwiches and make three marks with the flat edge of a butter knife to represent the finger joints. Trim the end of each "finger" into a V shape and, using a little cream cheese as glue, press an almond onto one end of each to represent fingernails. Smear a little strawberry jam on the other end to resemble blood! Ewww!
Ghostly Meringues are ridiculously simple to make and loved by all:
Older guests would be offered a slightly more sophisticated but equally ghoulish repast.
I have a large, square platter which I would transform into a Ouija board, using cheese and blood-red beetroot vol-au-vents, skull and bat shaped cheese straws, and other such "delights" to spell out the letters.
Myself and my friends are all great fans of pizza, so the main dish would be various pizzas with appropriately spooky designs formed from pepperoni, ham and other toppings.
Dessert for all would be Gruesome Jelly. Again, very simple to make but very effective. Individual jelly bowls filled with lime jelly with a gummy worm in the bottom.. Just as the jelly reaches setting point, add a teaspoon of freshly made hot red jelly and gently swirl the dish to create a red misty effect through the centre, before chilling immediately.
But the main point of the party is to have fun and to be scared, and the traditions and customs of Samhain fit both bills. I would have a quick round of Pass the Possessed Parcel - to suitably scary music and containing such delights as foaming blood sweets, wind up false teeth and other such devilish delights, before inviting all to take part in a traditional Bobbing for Apples - blindfolded!
Perhaps a game of Beastly Bingo with a new release horror film as the prize - trust me - you do NOT want to keep your eyes down for this one! Do YOU really want to shout "Haunted House"!?
As the night wore on, the younger guests would go up to the spare room for the rest of the evening. A Spooky Sleepover is awaiting them and a Horror Magician/storyteller is on hand to ensure that they.....do not sleep well. Muhahahahahaha!
Downstairs - with the impressionable guests safely out of the way, the Main Event is about to begin and it's not for the fainthearted.
The lights dim and the guests fall silent as the zombie maid announces that we have special guests joining us, attracted by the Jack-o-Lanterns, the bats and the overall general spooky atmosphere emanating from My Big Night In!
I have hired a fortune teller and another mystery guest to entertain us - most of my friends are firm believers in horoscopes, fortune tellers, fortune cookies and so on so this would be the ultimate fun for all of us! A couple of the gang won't even go out if their fortune cookies have forbidden it, so this will be the ultimate fun activity for my circle - especially after a few more devilish brews! As for the doubters, even the sceptical enjoy having their fortunes told, if only to give them something to laugh about later! Seeing as it's Hallowe'en, I will ensure that the fortune teller adds a little touch of extra spooky fun by using traditional runes - made from pieces of bone - to divine what awaits us all!
I wonder if she will divine the fact that the second guest is a medium - ready to pick up (or maybe not!) on any spirits around us? Will we be enthralled by demonic possessions as in the horror films we all love so much? Will we hear mysterious footsteps and screams emanating from the remote regions of my House of Horror? Maybe - but it could be coming from the smaller guests upstairs as the Horror Magician saws one of them in half....
Or will it be more reminiscent of the ridiculous antics of "horror" as depicted in the Scary Movie series that had us all groaning in a mutual facepalm moment at the sheer stupidity?
Will we learn exactly what makes that noise just after we get in bed every night? Will - will we perhaps have an actual, genuine sighting? I will have my EMF meter ready to monitor the atmosphere and will encourage people to film the proceedings - will we capture any footage? Will Yvette Fielding and the Most Haunted team be in danger of losing their jobs to my intrepid Ghost Hunting Guests?
Who knows - but one thing is for sure - it will certainly be fun!
This is my entry for the Big Night In blogpost competition for http://www.twolittlefleas.co.uk/hub/
Two Little Fleas
The fun night in would primarily be about seasonal Samhain shenanigans but I would provide a modest Spooky Spread. Younger guests will find themselves eating Dead Man's Sandwiches - the recipe and preparation both very simple and the effect deliciously horrifying!
Cream cheese or peanut butter
Almonds
Strawberry Jam
Remove the crusts from white bread. Spread with butter and cream cheese or peanut butter. Roll up the sandwiches and make three marks with the flat edge of a butter knife to represent the finger joints. Trim the end of each "finger" into a V shape and, using a little cream cheese as glue, press an almond onto one end of each to represent fingernails. Smear a little strawberry jam on the other end to resemble blood! Ewww!
Ghostly Meringues are ridiculously simple to make and loved by all:
But the main point of the party is to have fun and to be scared, and the traditions and customs of Samhain fit both bills. I would have a quick round of Pass the Possessed Parcel - to suitably scary music and containing such delights as foaming blood sweets, wind up false teeth and other such devilish delights, before inviting all to take part in a traditional Bobbing for Apples - blindfolded!
Perhaps a game of Beastly Bingo with a new release horror film as the prize - trust me - you do NOT want to keep your eyes down for this one! Do YOU really want to shout "Haunted House"!?
As the night wore on, the younger guests would go up to the spare room for the rest of the evening. A Spooky Sleepover is awaiting them and a Horror Magician/storyteller is on hand to ensure that they.....do not sleep well. Muhahahahahaha!
Downstairs - with the impressionable guests safely out of the way, the Main Event is about to begin and it's not for the fainthearted.
The lights dim and the guests fall silent as the zombie maid announces that we have special guests joining us, attracted by the Jack-o-Lanterns, the bats and the overall general spooky atmosphere emanating from My Big Night In!
I have hired a fortune teller and another mystery guest to entertain us - most of my friends are firm believers in horoscopes, fortune tellers, fortune cookies and so on so this would be the ultimate fun for all of us! A couple of the gang won't even go out if their fortune cookies have forbidden it, so this will be the ultimate fun activity for my circle - especially after a few more devilish brews! As for the doubters, even the sceptical enjoy having their fortunes told, if only to give them something to laugh about later! Seeing as it's Hallowe'en, I will ensure that the fortune teller adds a little touch of extra spooky fun by using traditional runes - made from pieces of bone - to divine what awaits us all!
I wonder if she will divine the fact that the second guest is a medium - ready to pick up (or maybe not!) on any spirits around us? Will we be enthralled by demonic possessions as in the horror films we all love so much? Will we hear mysterious footsteps and screams emanating from the remote regions of my House of Horror? Maybe - but it could be coming from the smaller guests upstairs as the Horror Magician saws one of them in half....
Or will it be more reminiscent of the ridiculous antics of "horror" as depicted in the Scary Movie series that had us all groaning in a mutual facepalm moment at the sheer stupidity?
Will we learn exactly what makes that noise just after we get in bed every night? Will - will we perhaps have an actual, genuine sighting? I will have my EMF meter ready to monitor the atmosphere and will encourage people to film the proceedings - will we capture any footage? Will Yvette Fielding and the Most Haunted team be in danger of losing their jobs to my intrepid Ghost Hunting Guests?
Who knows - but one thing is for sure - it will certainly be fun!
This is my entry for the Big Night In blogpost competition for http://www.twolittlefleas.co.uk/hub/
Two Little Fleas
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Stress? What is stress?
My life over the past month......two weeks of harrowing jury service which I have always wanted to do and then, when it came to it, I despised every minute. I was seriously confused at one point who the actual criminal was! I was actually told off for being late one morning! The judge presiding over the trial I was on had told us the night before to be back in court for 11AM to continue deliberations.The general rule, unless told otherwise by a judge, is that you have to be there for 10.15AM. So at 10.12, I stood outside the court, having a last cigarette (because once you're in, there ain't no getting out) when a security guard came out and told me I had to be in the jury room NOW.
The snotty juror officer (who is allegedly there to help jurors) ripped into me as though I had committed a heinous crime! My pointing out that by her own clock I was still not late did not help matters and eventually I walked off to my locker, leaving her still ranting.
So what was this dire emergency that meant I had to be in the jury room earlier than I was told? I'm still not sure and seeing as myself and my fellow jurors were still waiting to be called at 11.30, I don't suppose it was all that dire.
I did have a legitimate excuse - I had been awoken at silly o'clock by a poorly Misty who had a tummy upset and needed cuddles but I saw no reason to make excuses for NOT being late. Fortunately Misty is now over her tummy upset, jury service is finished, I didn't get found in contempt of court for the crime of not being late but the stress at the end of that episode was overwhelming. I tried hot baths, good books, lavender oil on the pillow, but nothing helped. I wish I had had this stress pack from Find Me A Gift but never mind, I got through it and so I'm entering the competition to win it for the next stressful encounter I have.
Link to competition: http://blog.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/post/win-a-pamper-hamper-from-feel-karma/?awc=998_1348394091_00f1a63650fdb1590639c5e4a9c164a4
The snotty juror officer (who is allegedly there to help jurors) ripped into me as though I had committed a heinous crime! My pointing out that by her own clock I was still not late did not help matters and eventually I walked off to my locker, leaving her still ranting.
So what was this dire emergency that meant I had to be in the jury room earlier than I was told? I'm still not sure and seeing as myself and my fellow jurors were still waiting to be called at 11.30, I don't suppose it was all that dire.
I did have a legitimate excuse - I had been awoken at silly o'clock by a poorly Misty who had a tummy upset and needed cuddles but I saw no reason to make excuses for NOT being late. Fortunately Misty is now over her tummy upset, jury service is finished, I didn't get found in contempt of court for the crime of not being late but the stress at the end of that episode was overwhelming. I tried hot baths, good books, lavender oil on the pillow, but nothing helped. I wish I had had this stress pack from Find Me A Gift but never mind, I got through it and so I'm entering the competition to win it for the next stressful encounter I have.
Link to competition: http://blog.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/post/win-a-pamper-hamper-from-feel-karma/?awc=998_1348394091_00f1a63650fdb1590639c5e4a9c164a4
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