How the hell did that happen?

You know, that thing over there.

There.

Look.

On the right hand side.   That badge with BiBs (Best in Breed  Brilliance in Blogging) on it has been changed.

I was shortlisted and I was thrilled.   And chuffed to bits and happy to accept that it would go no further than that.   The competition in the category was fierce and there was no way I would make it from there to the final eight.

On Tuesday morning I met Susanna for a coffee.   Susanna who happens to be part of Britmums (the organisers) and who lives near J’s school.   We drank our coffees and talked about all sorts and then I said “ooh I see the finalists are being announced this morning.   It was great whilst it lasted, who are the final eight”.

Susanna looked at her phone and said “Let’s have a look” and then showed me her phone.

Er what?

Me?

I am a finalist?   How on earth?  What the heck?

I have been nominated by my peers.   Judged worthy of going through to the next round.

I am stunned.

To have been blogging for less than a year and then to be in the running for a Blogging Oscar is just beyond my comprehension.    I was the one that nobody wanted on their team at school.    I have never won an award for anything.   I am not good at anything.  I don’t have a hobby that means I can enter competitions.    This is it for me.

And there is categorically no way I will win.  The other seven are amazing.   Truly.   I am honoured to be amongst their company.  So I am going to do my acceptance speech now because I wont be needing it on June 22nd.

So here goes:

I would like to thank you for this award.    I am going to now spend my time working with children.   And will use my breasts to promote world peace.

Oh hang on a minute.

That is my Miss World Speech.

Let’s try this one:

Once again I would like to thank Sophie for telling me to do it.   I am looking forward to us being room mates for two nights in June for the whole Britmums Live shenanigans.

My parents.   I must thank them.   They are my rock.   Everything I do is in an effort to make them proud of me, despite my being in my 40s.   They have always told me I should write and are incredibly supported of everything I do.   My writing makes them laugh and sometimes makes them think and it is them I bear in mind when I write these posts.   And it is for them that I leave out the swear words.

Mr B.   The calm to my storm.   Whom I adore.

My three mini Bs.   Without them I couldn’t be a member of Britmums.   Or a mummy blogger.  Which I am not.   I refuse to blog about being a mum, that would mean disclosing things about them and I don’t want to do that to them.     They are old enough to read this.   And punch me and shout at me and make me delete things.   I am so proud of the three young adults my children are becoming, they are all the most amazing individuals.

My inlaws who read these crazy ramblings and never query what a mad fool their son married.   And in fact comment regularly.

Britmums you too!   You are such a great community to be a part of, always there for support, encouragement and inspiration for a post.   Without you MummyBarrow wouldn’t be the blog it is.

And you.   Yes you.   You mad crazy fishes.    For reading.   For nominating me if you did.   You are fabulous.

Thank you

From the heart of my bottom.