It’s New Year’s Eve. (Never let it be said that I don’t have my finger on the pulse.)
To celebrate another year of blogging, I thought I’d put together a little quiz for you. There is even a prize.* It’s a chance for you to show off your mid-week pub skills, at the same time as giving us both the opportunity to dredge through some of this year’s archive. I’m not going to blather on about it, so grab your pint and a bag of nuts and get stuck in.
In January, what did Belle and her friend from down the road give me to help me feel relaxed?
In February, what tasty treat was I muttering about when I was meant to be doing some creative writing?
Belle and I had a weekend away in March, but where did we go that made us snigger?
I was led up a mysterious dark alley in April on the promise of unicorns, but what did I see instead?
In May I got a boob out. All the name of journalism of course. But what question was I answering?
I tried to be a bit controversial in June, but who was I blaming for putting a strain on the NHS?
July saw me shed a tear at one of my proudest mummy moments of the year, but what was Belle doing that made me come over so maternal?
“I’ve had two babies,” I said in August, “I really don’t think I have the pelvic floor for it.” Where was I?
In September, Bee was at the dentists, having adrenalin accidentally injected into one of her blood vessels, but what were Belle and I doing while we should probably have been holding her hand?
I was giggling childishly over something in October, but what were ‘Blow Me’ and ‘Doggy Style‘ examples of?
In November I did something that saw Bee sitting between my legs with a towel around her shoulders while I became mildly hysterical. What was it?
I was mainly getting excited and writing lists of presents I wanted in December, but I also wrote a quiz to help you discover your true personality, simply by looking at what?
*The prize is a sense of pride and accomplishment.