Well hello there and a very Happy New Year to everyone. What a very odd, snow-crisis-infested and running-water-less Christmas that one turned out to be. It was, of course, all fabulous anyway but now, alas, the tree must be dragged kicking and screaming out into the front garden where it will doubtless remain until the summer solstice.
It looks like there are some great things predicted for bloggers in 2011 - you can read all about them at the excellent British Mummy Bloggers blog and if you're looking for some new blogs to check out in 2011 - or just want to remind yourself of some old favourites - have a look through the Top 50 parent blogs of 2010 as selected by the excellent parenting site Ready For Ten. Hot Cross Mum is featured on this list which is a very lovely way to kick of a new blogging year.
If you haven't already voted in the Brilliance in Blogging awards, please do consider chucking a vote my way for the Funniest Post of 2010 (someone else's words - not mine!). Details of how to vote can be found here and voting closes this Friday, 7th Jan.
In the meantime, thank you very much to Scribbling Mum for passing a Guilty Pleasures task onto me. All I have to do is confess to my guiltiest of pleasures, so here they are.
1. One Direction (see above) - they may be Simon Cowell's most terrible pop creation, but I suspect I may end up quite liking them in a 'mother-of-a-five-year-old' kind of way.
2. Professor Brian Cox (see below). He may be a science geek, but there is something about this man and his ability to demonstrate how the solar system works with just a salt and pepper pot and a grapefruit which makes him compelling viewing. Phwoar.
3. Pringles - I know I should probably start taking something more sophisticated to dinner parties but you really can't beat them, can you?
4. My Snuggie - this is one of those blankets with sleeves which means you can still eat Pringles while watching Professor Brian Cox: a combination which may end up in divorce, but at least I'll be cosy and warm.
5. My fake Uggs - I know they smell like a barn after getting damp in the snow but they are the comfiest things ever made for chilly feet and the only way to cross the ice-sheet which is my kitchen floor.
I would now like to invite the following bloggers to share their deepest, darkest guilty pleasures with us: