I was at the Savoy Hotel in London on Sunday for the Tesco Mum of the Year Awards.
I was nervous about Sunday and not because it was the Savoy. The good thing about going to Cambridge University early in life is it does sort of get you used to using the right cutlery, knowing what menus mean and so forth. My issue as ever was how shy I feel in social situations. That’s OK if you have a safe bet in the room who you know will talk to you. I knew one person who would be kind but you can hardly dump yourself on someone you barely know as some sort of clingy person.
However, there was no way I was going to miss such a glittering affair and I was even more convinced when I learned both Boyzone and Sam Bailey would be performing.
It did look like it would not happen though.
My husband headed towards home on Friday night only to break down just outside Portsmouth. He hired a car to ensure he got here and drove through the night after waiting 3 hours for a recovery vehicle.
I went for a hair appointment last week so the two inches of grey was removed and I was sporting a new colour and cut.
I even went so far as to do a skincare routine for possibly the first time ever.
I bottled make-up for fear I would look like a clown. Where do other women learn about these things?
I wore a dress via Charity Shop Designs that skimmed the huge tummy and banged on the statement necklace that my late mum and dad bought me.
A dash to Peacocks had provided flats, tights, support knickers and bra for under about £20 quid.
I got as far as Doncaster for my connection on Sunday morning to see the Kings Cross train was delayed. My heart sank when it was announced that it was cancelled.
Years ago, I got a Cosmopolitan Magazine Woman of Achievement nomination and made it only for the last 5 minutes of the fancy do at a London hotel. Was history repeating itself?
I was freezing too having decided that I did not want to be encumbered by a coat or jacket.
I threw myself on the mercy of the next train.
Tesco has provided a car from Kings Cross so I had to liaise with them by text about the delay.
There was huge sense of relief as I threw myself into the car and knew I would be making it the Mum of the Year Awards after all.