gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The irony of being invited to a Dirt Devil promotion is not lost on me. Happen it's not irony at all - maybe the people from Dirt Devil were staging a slattern intervention. Or worse, they were concerned for the health and safety of my small child. After all not many children can survive with a mother who'd rather eat her own feet than clean the non-doorside of the bed. I make no apologies for my predilection for dusting my mantle with the cuff of my blouse, filing my paperwork in the oven, using the chickens to clean the kitchen floor and counting skittles as one of my five-a-day:
This week I am being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the 21st Century by the MAD Blog Award people. To my horror, I've been asked to produce a short video of me telling you lovely folk what The Babylon Lane Tales is all about and why you should vote for me in the awards.
Sounds simple? Well it isn't.
When faced with public speaking/recording/strangers I become an inarticulate, mumbling baffoon. This usually results in me curling myself into a ball of snooty aloofness, which would make you all recoil and try to rescind any votes you may have already thrown in my general direction.