Cake or Death

Day 10 - Your Most Embarrassing Moment

My most embarrassing moment. Hmmmmm. Well there is only one massively embarrassing moment that I can think of, but I don’t particularly want to go into full details.

Let’s just say it involved Amsterdam, my first try at a very “strong” cake, a very busy pedestrianized area and me, sat on the floor at the side of a street for an hour outside a cafe as my legs had apparently forgotten how to walk.

Not my proudest moment.

Do the other ladies have a more embarrassing moment?

Beth http://tinkerbellandthelostgirls.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Claire http://lifeonadifferentlevel.blogspot.co.uk/

Emma http://plussizemillard.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Felicity http://felicityhart.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Karen http://toodulltoblog.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Kaye http://www.polishedcurves.com 

Laura http://laurapantslifestyle.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Lisa http://lookingforlisa.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Mary http://channellingliz.wordpress.com/ 
Mhairi http://www.lilybobombslovelylumps.com/ 

Natalie http://awheelbarrowfullofstyle.blogspot.co.uk 
Nikki http://nattynikki.blogspot.com 

Steph http://seeingsp0ts.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Toni http://theonlywayistoni.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Verena http://APlusSizeFashionObsession.blogspot.co.uk 
Vicky http://TheCurvedOpinion.com

A Moment in your Day

Day 9 - A Moment in your Day

I get on my usual bus in the morning.  I look up, wondering which bus driver we have today.  The smiling, chatty one, the grumpy one; the one who thinks he is driving a tank; the racer, the one who looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

Today it's racer guy.  I rush to the nearest seat to avoid the jerking of the bus as he veers back into the traffic.  Cool seat at the back be damned,  I want to remain upright.  I have experienced his driving before.

My eyes glance around me.  Do I need my usual armoury of book, earphones, Blackberry?  No, it's quiet today.  No screaming children running up and down the aisle, no throng of people all trying to use the same space.

Then, the quiet shatters.  Shouty man has gotten on to the bus.  All the regulars of the bus journey immediately reach for their chosen defence mechanism.  Noses disappear behind books and Iphone screens light up everywhere.  We know what's coming.

After a few minutes shouty man starts his usual tirade.  He gets on the bus once or twice a week, we are well used to the subjects.  We are all stupid, mobile phones are the root of all evil, the world is going to Hades.  His aim is always the same, get someone to argue back.  We ignore him.  His usual combatants of college students aren't here today.

When he starts swearing, which usually makes someone pipe up, the bus driver asks him to be quiet.  All falls silent and quiet resumes.

The bus reaches the bus station and I get off.  It's time for work.

source

Beth http://tinkerbellandthelostgirls.blogspot.co.uk/
Claire http://lifeonadifferentlevel.blogspot.co.uk/

Emma http://plussizemillard.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Felicity http://felicityhart.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Karen http://toodulltoblog.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Kaye http://www.polishedcurves.com 

Laura http://laurapantslifestyle.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Lisa http://lookingforlisa.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Mary http://channellingliz.wordpress.com/ 
Mhairi http://www.lilybobombslovelylumps.com/ 

Natalie http://awheelbarrowfullofstyle.blogspot.co.uk 
Nikki http://nattynikki.blogspot.com 

Steph http://seeingsp0ts.blogspot.co.uk/ 
Toni http://theonlywayistoni.blogspot.co.uk/ 

Verena http://APlusSizeFashionObsession.blogspot.co.uk Vicky http://TheCurvedOpinion.com

A Sunny OOTD

A second post for today.

I am currently enjoying a relaxing week off work.  I haven't been wearing anything of note until today when I a quick trip to the shops was in order.

My dress and sunglasses (my favourites, ever) were both bought from +Dorothy Perkins last year.  The dress is comfortable and cool and I have just added a little oatmeal shrug in case of any sneaky cold breeze.

I look moody on this, but I'm not, promise!

Favourite sunglasses ever

Sunshine!!!!!!!

What are you getting up to this week?