Me and Gordon

Brown that is.
Mr F invited me along to the catalyst awards. Good! Free food!
Then he explains we are one of three shortlisted groups to be presented to the big wigs. Excellent!
One of the big wigs is the Prime Minister, arghhh what have I got to wear? Cue frantic digging around in the back of the wardrobe for old work clothes and a crisis over shoes. The joy and the problem with being a housewife is that suddenly appearance is less important then comfort and what is the point of wearing new clothes to get them smeared in chocolate, well I think it was chocolate?
Managing to find two matching items and a pair of shoes that were vaguely unscuffed, I wrestled with a pair of tights and just about won. Presentable? Well, you may have your own opinion on that!
Didn't dare drink the champagne that early though for fear of getting giggly and falling off my heels but was furnished with a nice cup of tea and a bacon roll and got to chat with a lot of interesting people including a couple of ex work colleagues who must have wondered what on earth I was doing there, given last time they saw me I was cheerfully unemployed and telling the Head Teacher that 'You never miss your water, 'til your well runs dry' Long story quite tedious.
Nice morning away from nappies and playing Dora the explorer? Absolutely!
Oh and the website? Special commendation from the judges and lots of praise from many quarters. see it for yourself at
http://www.harringayonline.com/