The day after Cybermummy, it struck me that I may never write another blog post. Breaking up the journey home in Green Park (and determined to stay there after forking out £1.50 for a deckchair) it occurred to me that I had very little to say.
After meeting so many wonderful women (and Tim) – so many talented and inspiring writers – I felt a little overwhelmed and a little in awe. I questioned whether the monotony of my daily life, away from the excitement and buzz of the weekend, would be enough to fill this blog. And I was also craving cupcakes.
One day on, the messy house, the practically bare cupboards and the unwashed school uniform would have made a dull and uninteresting post. It crossed my mind to pick a fight with the neighbours to create some much needed ‘blog fodder’ but common sense prevailed, plus the fact they have two dogs.
Then, uncertain I would ever find anything to write about, and frustrated to have been marched to the supermarket by the little girl who hates food shopping, I found the solution to my malaise; the solution to all life’s dilemmas in fact. It was there sitting on a Sainsbury’s shelf and had been waiting for me all this time. It was worthy of an embrace.
So scrap the rest of this post. This is the key content here: emergency chocolate.
And it is perfect.I am calling it Marco.