Perfect me?
I made a mistake at work this week. It was a big boob and my boss was really great but I felt so bad. It was simple but avoidable and I know mistakes happen. We all make mistakes don't we? I've made some hum dingers in the past. Some I'll talk about (singing and swearing in the bank then being sick in the lift - after Xmas lunch) and some just make me want to curl up in embarrassment! However I realised this week that I felt so bad about this most recent error because I aim to be perfect. Which is hilarious because I'm anything but perfect. I'm so far from perfect I'm off the scale! But I'm devastated that I'm not perfect. I've always wanted to be a bit Stepford wife. Hair done, smartly dressed, perfect nails, baking and cooking, everyday. You're lucky if I'm all of these things once a year! Look at the photo. That's my banana cake. I was super excited as I'd added chocolate chips (don't worry, I hate banana cake). Long story sh...