
Last week, the lovely Sonia from Life Love and Hiccups tagged me with the Kreativ Blogger Award* – if it sounds dubious that’s because (to the non-blogger) it probably is.
For the rest of us these awards are a great way to acknowledge other bloggers and perhaps turn people onto new blogs they might not have otherwise discovered. On top of that, Sonia is one of those people who just radiates nice so when she tells me to do something, I do it.
Now you might be looking at the award right now and thinking “has she taken up craft?” (it’s ok, I still suck at craft) – yet despite the awards somewhat Martha Stewart appearance, I discovered its origins go all the way back to Norway.

CRAFT FAIL: You’ll notice I haven’t watermarked this picture – seriously if you need to steal it then you have bigger issues than copyright laws to deal with.
The award never started off with pink wallpaper and personally I think it needs to get back to its cool Nordic roots so I therefore propose a new logo (is that allowed?)
And since I appear to be getting away from the whole point of the award which is to divulge ten things about myself and forward the award onto more bloggers – in no particular order, I tag the following:
Both of these women are very funny and I enjoy reading their take on life so go and check them out. Now for the scary bit.
The Ten Questions
1. What is my favourite song?
This is like asking me to name my favourite child – it fluctuates. Where one child/song may have given me joy one week, the next week I’m starting to get pretty sick of the sound they make so I swap.
2. My favourite dessert
I can’t remember what this was called but it involved meringue, pistachio sorbet, rose-water jelly and a gaping hole in my hip pocket.
3. What ticks me off
Inequality.
4.When I’m upset, what do I do?
5. My favourite pet
6. What do I prefer – black or white?
7. What is my biggest fear?
8. What is my attitude?
9. What is perfection?
10. What is my guilty pleasure?
Those ridiculous blocks of chocolate that involve pieces of jelly and honeycomb – I often look down and don’t remember eating anything but this feeling is shortly followed by a sickening one of lard sitting in the pits of my stomach and making its way down to my thighs.

