Introducing me. Oh dear.

I walk out the door running very late, coffee in one hand, totally overweight handbag in the other. I’m thinking “Why can I never remember it always takes longer to get ready than I think it does?” when I slip slapstick style (like on a banana peel) flat on my back. Coffee is somehow miraculously un-spilled and nothing hurt beyond my pride so I gracefully pick myself of the pavement and laugh all the way to work. Just another day in the world of me.

I would like to say my life is glamorous but it ain’t. I may be able to pull off a nice dress (hang on, that sounded wrong) and bake a mean chocolate brownie but sophistication is not my middle name. I’m just an average girl trying to make it back into the magazine industry where I belong and even then, that is more in the Ugly Betty sense than in the fab fashionista sense.

In the meantime I’m just trying to tackle life’s big issues: how to make it through the day without doing something like sneezing juice out my nose in front of my colleagues, trying to invent calorie free chocolate that still tastes like, well, chocolate and remembering that how much I am loved bears no relation to my facebook page. So far I’m not doing too well but I figure if I do this blogging malarkey at least I’ll be accountable to trying even if it is only my parents that reads it (Hi mum! Hi dad!)

Why should you interrupt you week to read my humble blog? Well:

1. I am real. I won’t pretend I’m Belle du Jour or Mother Teresa. Mostly because I’m not.

2. I’m nice. You won’t have to skim over swear words or seedy stories. You may have to cringe at my mistakes but I’m hoping you will be nice about it.

3. I would like you to. And I would like to hear your stories: what makes you tick? Do you fall over for no reason like me? Can you help me muddle through London life with fab city tips? Are you someone other than my mum? If you can answer any of these questions then please put on the kettle, make yourself comfortable and stay for a chat.

Love Miss Londongirl