I could be pre-judging the entire situation but knowing people who have worked with her, I am dreading Lynne Franks being on I’m a Celebrity. As much as many people don’t believe it, most PR is quite a serious discipline (okay it’s not up there with charity work or medical ethics but it’s not fluffy and is increasingly less populated with Chelsea girls filling in time before they marry Tarquin): it’s not about spin and it’s not about lunches. I suspect I may have more battles in trying to persuade people about the validity of my job as she prances round the jungle.
I would like to point out that I have never watched this programme nor do I intend to start now. In fact I am decidedly off reality TV.
I spent a lovely weekend with my goddaughter (and her mum and sister because she’s only two) but small children are exhausting. They seem to have an endless capacity for CBeebies and having the same story read to them over and over again and they NEVER sit still!
Yesterday I volunteered to look after my goddaughter (nearly three) and her sister (nearly one) - ALL BY MYSELF! I must have been mad. However turned out that goddaughter was having a bit of a clingy moment so I only had the little one to look after. This was good as she sleeps a lot and likes being cuddled - hurrah! However, I was filled with horror when she woke up for her nap and needed a clean nappy. I am really not very good on the nappy ront. It’s not that I have a problem with nappies per se it’s just I don’t have much experience of them and I didn’t know where the right nappies were, where they went afterwards etc - anyway quite proud to say that I managed to work it all out.
Anyway, after such a tiring weekend (including perhaps one too many glasses of wine on Saturday night which didn’t help), I’m glad to be back in the office where the most exhausting thing is the ongoing saga of my lack of email - grrr.
