Number 11... posh black-tie do

I scrub up okay... apparently!

Weddings I have done, uni balls I have done... but an invitation to a black-tie do is a first.

My first proper 'grown-up' black-tie do was the cause of some quite considerable time scouring the internet for some sort of outfit that I could consider wearing for a very good friend's 40th birthday bash.

Being a 10-year-old tomboy at heart and a definite fan of relaxed clothing, this has caused a whole heap of fun and amusement for my friends. However, I managed to get dressed up while staying true to myself!

Number 10... becoming a dryathlete

For those of you who have known me a while, you'll know that I love a bit of a drink-up.

I'm not fussy... wine (any colour), lager (any make), cocktails (most types)! I'm at my happiest with good company and a drink in hand.

So, to give up my beloved friend for a whole month was, to some, never gonna happen. (Mentioning no names, Lyndon 'life partner' Hogg!)

But, I've done it. Raised a decent wodge of cash to support Cancer Research, not lost any weight, but enjoyed a distinct lack of fuzzy heads over the month.

Was it difficult? Sometimes, yes.

Did I miss my friend? At times yes, but not anywhere near as much as I thought I would.

Am I going back to my glass of delight? Most definitely!