Today is Friday the thirteenth and I know that it fills some of you with trepidation but not me. My mum was born on Friday 13th August 1926 and if she hadn’t been I wouldn’t have existed! She is now eighty-eight but doesn’t look it, in part thanks to the Liz Earle skincare she uses, which incidentally is the brand of the Today’s Special Value tomorrow. Mum has always had quite a youthful look – the picture above is her when I was four so she would have been thirty-four. I was quite a chubby little thing, wasn’t I?
Funnily enough Miceal tweeted that his Dad was also born on a Friday 13th so we have more of a connection than simply co-hosts on the Saturday Night Show which, fingers crossed, should be back later in the year.
Thirteen has always been quite a lucky number for me. For those of you who read my first book, One Hundred Lengths of the Pool, chapter 13 was about my first ever dancing competition when I was eleven years old. In the ballet section, not my strongest style of dancing, I was number thirteen and I was placed 3rd against girls much older and more advanced than me, as I had only been dancing for two years. Even the tutu I am wearing in this picture was borrowed although it turned into a permanent loan as I still have it!
So I’m not too concerned about misfortune befalling me today (fingers crossed) when I present Fashion on Friday at 5pm, today featuring Bob Mackie, followed by Spotlight on Jewellery at 6pm. The featured brand on tonight’s show is Butler & Wilson but unfortunately he won’t be able to guest the show as he is in a lot of pain with a hernia.
I spoke to him last night and he sends everyone his love and is hoping to be well enough to do the shows later this month. I forgot to ask him what the red carpet is for on this picture of his shop in South Molton Street that was tweeted by ‘his girls’ earlier in the week … I must remember to ask Nikki tonight.
Talking of red carpets I believe the carpet for the premiere of an infamous film last evening was a ‘shade of grey’! I must confess I didn’t even finish the first book of the trilogy and I won’t be going to see the movie but I’m sure millions of people will. However I wouldn’t imagine many people will have a promotional posterboard from the London Premiere which appeared in my living room last night.
Sophie works in Covent Garden and happened to be around Leicester Square just after the stars had gone into the theatre. She asked one of the security guards if she could take a poster and he said yes! I’m not sure how she managed to get it home on the train as it’s quite big and pretty heavy …. good job she has been working out in my gym …. and I’ve no idea what she is planning on doing with it, maybe a wall decoration for her new flat when she finds one – still no joy on that front unfortunately.
Daniel had to pop home briefly yesterday as he had to do a coaching session for his FA ‘A’ licence. Poor thing has been suffering with laryngitis for the last week and has barely been able to speak despite my advice of warm honey and lemon drinks and vocalzone lozenges, which always do the trick for me. I think seeing Wilfie really cheered him up and hopefully it won’t be too long before they’ll be together again.
Purely selfishly I have enjoyed having my own cuddles with Wilfie, and he and his brother Milo are getting on just fine. This is Milo’s favourite box to sleep in on top of a tall cupboard and he has allowed Wilf to share it with him … cute, egh?
I’m off this weekend but nothing especially planned for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, apart from a rather important football match … Come On You Eagles!
Have a good one