Britmums has a little competition going, what with five weeks until two days
off from the Bratlings for a crazy weekend in London of learning new blogging skills and meeting lots of my fellow blogging rockstars, to win one of three tickets to Britmums Live (not Cybermummy. Must stop calling it Cybermummy. Apart from to Elder who has no idea what its called anyway).
However, this year it has been decidedly difficult to do that, what with double dip recessions, redundancies and everyone, brands included, being a skint. Which means Pippa D, better known as A Mothers Ramblings, and Vic, who is Glowstars can’t come. Which sucks!
|Pippa and me in the ill advised Maxi dress at The Gurgles, after Cybermummy 10.|
The thing is, rightly or wrongly, I have a big circle of chums who have been in attendance at not just the two Cybermummys, but also the London Zoo meet up too. That’s how long we’ve been bothering the Internet. So, whilst some complained about some of us being cliquey last year, its not that, not at all.
|Glowstars, Cybermummy 11. Who can forget the shoe challenge?|
So, basically, I am not entering the competition to win me a ticket (that would be daft, I have one, there have been many suggestions I have split personality but not to the point I believe I need two tickets), no. I am entering to win Pippa a ticket.