You know sometimes you stand back and think ‘WOW – what just happened?’ – the last 7 days have been that for me.
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Last Tuesday and Wednesday I was in Monaco courtesy of La Prairie.
Having dinner with Prince Albert.
As you do.
When I got home I was asked to give a quote to Debenhams about ‘saving the flannel’. I love a flannel.
So I did.
As you do.
Debenhams very kindly sent me a Gift Card and I thought no more of it.
Monday I went live on the ‘What’s in My Handbag‘ site.
(We women really do like a nosy in other people’s cupboards don’t we?)
Early Monday morning I received an email advising me that I was quoted in the Daily Mail and the Telegraph.
‘Oh – that’s nice – Mum will be proud!’
#savetheflannel started to take hold on twitter and I was the butt of many a joke from my many (lovely) fellow bloggers.
As you would expect.
Naming no names (read the labels).
‘OI HIRONS!! CALL ME ASAP. WTF IS SAVE THE FLANNEL???‘
Turns out BBC Radio 5live had been trying to track me down, had managed to find Clare through Give and Makeup and ‘would I appear on their show that day to talk about ‘my save the flannel’ campaign?’.
And so it was that on Monday at 4.55pm I defended the flannel.
On national radio.
From a SpaceNK stockroom.
As you do.
Well it turns out all that activity pushed people towards this lovely little site and at some point yesterday I surpassed 1,000,000 page views. One MILLION page views.
So the upshot of all of this? I just want to say Thank You to those of you that have supported the site from the beginning, tweeted me questions, emailed me directly, harassed me when I haven’t posted as regularly as you would like, recommended me and most importantly to those of you that have bared your soul – and in some cases your faces on the Clinic days:
Thank you. No, really.
I’m really rather chuffed.
As Del Boy would say: ‘Well, we’ve had worse days.’