Being Scouted

It’s not every day you are outside your house, gathering the power of Superman to try and negotiate your toddler duo plus buggy, up the steps to your house, only to have a slightly crazed looking woman come running towards you brandishing a leaflet, shouting something about you ‘being perfect’ for what she’s looking for. I was a little confused, because I was busy mustering the energy to get everything up the steps, which really does require a Buddhist style meditation, and prayer to the Gods of Get Us Up There In One Piece. I was concentrating on visualising the safe Nirvana of the porch. Being yanked from this meditation was flustering, and did nothing to ease the paranoia that she was actually a crazy woman trying to distract me with something I was Perfect For, before trying to steal my children.

Once given the once over, I decided the immediate threat was low, and my interest piqued. What could it possibly be? Was she scouting for adorable children to pay shed loads of money to star in television commercials for useless items, thus securing them abundant future financial security? Did she want me to be the poster girl for Tena Lady? No, wait for it, drum roll please…. She was scouting me for the local fat fighting group…. (please insert shocked/laughing/chin scratching emoji here as necessary.) Oh yes, the thing she rushed at me for, was to tell me I was the perfect fatty. I was being fatty head hunted. Now, my eldest child tells me on a regular basis, things like ‘mummy, your bum is massive and squidgy,’ and ‘mummy, can I wobble your tummy like a jelly?’ I let him off because he’s 3, but having the dubious accolade of being fat hunted by an actual adult floored my remaining confidence.

Seeing my friendly smile dissipate, and backing slightly away from me when I said ‘so, you meant to give this to me? Personally? I look like I need to attend??’ Which was met with slightly stilted reply of ‘oh, well, you, or you could give it to any friends you know…. I’m just generally leafleting in this area…’ The last bit was said in the smallest voice ever, probably because my resting bitch face had become my actual bitch face, and she now realised her marketing strategy was worse than the U2/Apple collaboration, where millions were forced to endure an unwanted album and Bono’s smugness on their iPhone. I snatched the leaflet, turned on my heel, and hoped she’d sod off while I began mission-almost-impossible, getting to porch nirvana. I did what any other person would do, and went straight to the window to see where she went next. I noted that she seemed to run at me from the top of the road, she didn’t seem to come from any of the neighbour’s houses. She didn’t go on to drop one of her leaflets to our immediate neighbour either. There was only thing for it-she wasn’t going to put leaflets where they could potentially be wasted on unknown skinny occupants on the other side-she was hunting down and rounding up fatties.

My wild imagination decided it was some sort of cult. I imagined turning up to a ‘meeting’ only to be tortured into confessing that I ate my children’s leftovers, then being forced to watch videos of people eating leftovers, and being given electric shocks of varying intensity, until I had been conditioned never to eat children’s leftovers ever again. She was going to go Pavlov’s Dog on my cellulitic ass.

I might be forced into exercising until I dropped, until I could successfully grapevine across a room without leaving my stomach trailing at the other end of it, or at the very least only produce a shock measuring 2-2.9 on the richter scale during said grapevine.

They could be building an army. An army of mummy shaming, confidence destroying babyweight Nazis, marching the streets, scouting for tired, hungry, slightly (well, admittedly ‘slightly’ is questionable in my case,) overweight mummies to join them in their mission to rid the world of people who obviously didn’t realise they needed to fight the fat, and to brainwash them into joining their schemes.

They could have a Dr Strange in the basement, building robomummies, who have been surgically altered with blunt instruments, fitted with false stomachs which rejected cake and chocolate.

Worst of all, they might tell me I can never eat cheese again, at which point, life as I knew it would be over. It was decided, I was in no way going to one of these meetings, I was having no part in this revolution. I need all the carbs, and all of  most of the wine, to get me through my child rearing years. I will wear my cellulitic bum and saggy tummy, covered in the best spanx money can buy, with as much pride as I can muster. One day I might actually get scouted for something exciting, but that day was not it… You can take your leaflet and your cult, lady, and scout your people elsewhere! At this moment in toddler rearing time, I don’t need desperately poor training and recruitment skills on the part of the fatty fighters management and staff training cult intervention.

Thanks for reading!




  1. April 25, 2016 / 8:05 am

    Good for you babe – You’re gorgeous as you are! I can’t believe how insensitive people can be why don’t they use their brains sometimes! Remember, you’re fabulous – eat the cheese (it’s awesome)! xx #bigpinklink

  2. April 25, 2016 / 8:10 am

    Are you serious?!!!! I would be so annoyed! To me that is just rude. Funnily enough my post I have looked up is about body image. I just think in general no one has the right to make comments or unwanted so called helpful advice (or flyers) without asking for it, or it being given by your doctor or a dietician. People should worry about there own bodies, not others. Great post. #bigpinklink

  3. April 25, 2016 / 8:13 am

    Oh dear! Don’t ever give up cheese!! Brilliantly funny post though. #bigpinklink

    Nadia – ScandiMummy x

  4. April 25, 2016 / 8:21 am

    Ha ha this is hilarious! And by that, I mean your writing, NOT the fact you were fatty hunted! I’m with you on this one – if a meeting like this means someone telling me to stop eating chocolate, cheese and drinking wine then you will find me anywhere BUT at that meeting! Good on you! Our wobbly bums and tums are badges of honour for carrying and birthing our babies! (It doesn’t matter if we had them before or if they are actually the result of too many crisps: we’ll just keep telling ourselves the former to make us feel better!) thanks for hosting #bigpinklink

  5. April 25, 2016 / 8:24 am

    The bloody rudeness of it. If she thinks that’s the way to recruit women to her group then she needs a lesson in PR!!! Bollocks to her love and bollocks to it all, we’re here for a good time not a long time so enjoy the cheese and the wine et al.

    PS. Resting bitch face to actual bitch face made me PISS! #bigpinklink

  6. April 25, 2016 / 8:26 am

    No way!! Definitely a cult…or she missed the training? Hopefully…how weird. And rude!
    I do adore the way you write though so I thoroughly enjoyed your tale.
    Eight years though? You’re looking to reduce your wine, cheese, houmous consumption in eight years? Ok, so from what I’ve heard that’s a good enough plan for now, but you may need to be ready to increase it again when toddlers become teenagers. Just what I’ve heard.
    Im going she meant to stop after ‘you’re perfect’ xx #bigpinklink

  7. April 25, 2016 / 9:03 am

    This is shocking. I pity the woman with useless social skills and applaud you for turning it into a hilarious and well written anecdote. It’s clear who has come out on top in the end. #bigpinklink

  8. April 25, 2016 / 9:29 am

    I’m with you on the cheese – life would hardly be worth living without it! Seriously, though, I can’t believe that woman didn’t think that people might be insulted when she tried to give them a leaflet for a fat fighting group. I’m pretty sure she got a grand total of zero members using that recruitment strategy. #bigpinklink

  9. April 25, 2016 / 9:50 am

    just no!!!!!! My jaw is literally on the floor. No, no, no! Oh I wish I had been there to see the look that said ‘desperately poor training and recruitment skills on the part of the fatty fighters management and staff training cult intervention’ – I thunk you were very restrained – bet you’re thinking of a load of comebacks now – I always do that 2 hours after the event! Don’t you change lovely #BigPinkLink

  10. April 25, 2016 / 10:25 am

    OMG this is totaly hilarious! Sorry, not that the woman leafleted you, that is appalling but the Pavlov’s dog reference was genius. Thanks for cheering up my dreary lunch time xx

  11. April 25, 2016 / 10:54 am

    oh dear! What a cheek ey, I bet she felt a right wally once she realised what she’d done! #bigpinklink

  12. April 25, 2016 / 10:59 am

    Ooooh!!! That is awful! You write it up hilariously though, the line about Pavlov’s dogs had me creasing! Thanks for co-hosting #bigpinklink as always! 😘

  13. April 25, 2016 / 11:08 am

    Thanks – this really made me laugh (in a good way – no offence meant!).
    I bet she’s wondering why she got no new recruits! Some people need to think before they speak.
    Hope you weren’t too upset – we should all be confident with ourselves and not be dictated to by what others consider “the perfect shape”
    Great read x

  14. April 25, 2016 / 11:53 am

    I love your writing about it because you are still showing you have a sense of humor about something that I would have taken in a completely different direction! Good on you for giving her the bitch look too! That would have been me, a long with a very long and bitchy lecture about her lack of sensitivity and tact and then informed her of being proud that I carried two babies in my body full term, which is one of the best things I ever did! I think the bitch death stare got her attention though, LOL! Thanks so much for hosting #bigpinklink

  15. April 25, 2016 / 12:07 pm

    Too funny – a similar leaflet appeared through our door, and my darling hubby, instead of depositing it straight in the recycling, chose to hand it in a targetted manner to me! Stick with the cheese 😉 #BigPinkLink

  16. April 25, 2016 / 12:19 pm

    Wow! What an offensive way to “approach” someone. But what a great post about it. Way to turn something to rude into a great anecdote for us others with a “mum tum” or “wiggly bum” to enjoy. Wonderfully written!

  17. April 25, 2016 / 12:43 pm

    this made me laugh so much you write so well!! thanks for sharing x #bigpinklink

  18. April 25, 2016 / 12:53 pm

    Oh my God!!! How rude. Take no notice, so long as you’re happy in your skin that’s all hat matters #bigpinklink

  19. April 25, 2016 / 1:11 pm

    Oh wow! I can’t stop shaking my head in shock that someone would actually do this!! I love the fact that you retell this tale with such humour and enthusiasm as to have me picturing the incident very clearly in my head and then creating the same story with me in your place. I think I may have crumpled in a heap and sobbed but I much prefer your bitch face scaring her off! 😉 Good for you! #bigpinklink

  20. April 25, 2016 / 1:22 pm

    Oh my goodness! I spat my milk out when I got to the second paragraph about ‘fat fighting group’. How dare she! You’re fabulous as you are. As I always think, my Mother went through so much to have me and her jiggly ol’ mum tum is actually beautiful. You are wonderful as you are – carry on eating the cheese! 😉 x #bigpinklink

  21. April 25, 2016 / 2:03 pm

    Well, I think you handled it quite politely really! I can think of a few censored words that might have come out of my mouth if it happened to me. People are so insensitive but even worse is that recruiting people to a ‘fat fighting club’ was actually her job!!!!!!!
    Just keep eating your cheese and drinking your wine. You are beautiful and most importantly HAPPY (and not hungry 🙂 ) #bigpinklink

  22. April 25, 2016 / 2:15 pm

    Ha ha this is brilliant! Really funny. I must admit I go to “Fat Fighters”, and it’s not quite as exciting as you imagine… 😉
    Can’t believe she actually approached you directly, how rude!
    Thanks for hosting #BigPinkLink

  23. April 25, 2016 / 2:43 pm

    Oh my goodness! The cheek of some people! Loved reading this though, you did make me chuckle 🙂 Thanks for hosting #bigpinklink x

  24. April 25, 2016 / 2:52 pm

    Did this happen because that is bloody outrageous and we should make posters with her face on it and plaster it all over the country warning others of her bonkers cult! Seriously though how rude! I can’t believe it. You do write it up brilliantly though and you make it sound funny although you must have been fuming. Grrrr rude lady. So glad you told her to do one, life is too short to give up eating cheese 🙂 #bigpinklink

  25. April 25, 2016 / 2:54 pm

    I just wrote a long comment but it hasn’t appeared so I will write another shorter version – Lady very rude!!! Outrageous even. Eat cheese, life is too short, lady can do one 🙂 #bigpinklink

  26. April 25, 2016 / 2:57 pm

    By the sounds of it, I can’t imagine there are many people at this group!! Awesome post though, I couldn’t stop grinning as I was reading! 😀 x #bigpinklink

  27. April 25, 2016 / 3:46 pm

    Seriously laughing at the Pavlovian conditioning comment. I would have been completely peeved to be struggling and stop for somebody as inconsiderate as she was. #bigpinklink

  28. April 25, 2016 / 3:58 pm

    I’d have eaten the leaflet (yes, i know it’s paper but still) in front of her to see what she did… 😉
    Utterly terrible of her and you’re gorgeous just the way you are.
    Bloody people are bonkers. Fat fighters… “Dust anyone?!”

    I love cheese. Keep eating the cheese!!!!

  29. April 25, 2016 / 4:57 pm

    Oh I got all excited for you then until I found out what it was you were scouted for! Poor you 🙁 If it’s any consolation, Mr Lighty’s cousin keeps on and on at me to start Herbalife / buggy fit. I’ll be ramming my buggy somewhere unsavoury if it keeps up!! I actually think it’s awful, because if I actually was particularly sensitive about my baby weight then it could do some serious damage. I hope you haven’t taken it to heart? Thanks for hosting #bigpinklink, now go eat some cheese with pride! xxx

  30. April 25, 2016 / 5:55 pm

    How rude! I think you did quite well not to roll her leaflet up and jam into her nostril. You enjoy that cheese humus and wine, because with these little people in tow a gal has to have some pleasures #bigpinklink

  31. April 25, 2016 / 6:09 pm

    OMG!!!! Bless you I’d be mortified did the woman have no girl power about her. You do not say anything weight related to another woman especially with small children in tow. Loved the headline. I’ve never been scouted for anything. #bigpinklink Lifeinthemumslane

  32. April 25, 2016 / 6:34 pm

    Wow, there must be good commission in that because it’s a dangerous thing to be doing. She’s lucky she still has teeth.

    I’d have sat on her.


  33. April 25, 2016 / 6:35 pm

    Sounds like this woman missed the training date. Oh I would have been soo mad! Don’t take it to heart hun, eat that cheese and drink the wine..all bodies are beautiful. I am intrigued to see if she’s running a cult though, it dies sound very culty ..xx #bigpinklink

  34. April 25, 2016 / 6:50 pm

    i am telling you. this writing malarkey is our therapy. I hope that writing this down, looking back on it makes you giggle like it made your readers giggle. Should have flipped her the bird. 😉

  35. April 25, 2016 / 7:19 pm

    She actually came running to you? That deserves a punch in the face! People that want to go to weight watchers etc will do on their own accord because they want to. Being told to come by a stranger is just offensive! You eat your cheese #bigpinklink

  36. April 25, 2016 / 7:35 pm

    NO! Was it Marjorie Dawses?

    In my head, it definitely was 🙂

    xxx #bigpinklink

  37. April 25, 2016 / 7:56 pm

    I just giggled at your expense. Sorry it has been a horrid day and this made it so much better. Thank you for the giggle.

  38. April 25, 2016 / 8:50 pm

    As I have had pointed out to me, it’s fine to eat the cheese. Just not all the cheese. All at once.

  39. April 25, 2016 / 9:11 pm

    Oh my goodness I can’t quite believe it, I swear some people just do not think. Good on you for making a bloody brilliant post about it, had me chuckling away, in solidarity I might add. I’ll join you with a glass of wine and a big slab of cheese, CHEERS xxx #bigpinklink

  40. April 25, 2016 / 9:18 pm

    This post has really made me smile! Thanks, I needed it after a day with a toddler well in the terrible twos stage.

  41. April 26, 2016 / 12:36 am

    Life without cheese is no life. She was probably hungry (starving) and not thinking properly. Hope you slapped the brochure back on her flat guts! #bigpinklink

  42. April 26, 2016 / 3:31 am

    Oh no! That is totally cruddy! But you handled it like a champ and are funny as all get out telling the story. I’d be extra careful if I were that chick.

  43. April 26, 2016 / 8:20 am

    That is so funny but also HOW RUDE?! I would have been utterly speechless and then probably cried but good for you … and cutting down on wine and hummus at this stage of our lives is just a cruel, cruel suggestion ..! #bigpinklink

  44. April 26, 2016 / 8:28 am

    Dude fu** that stupid woman with the leaflet. She obviously doesn’t have a brain. You are awesome and beautiful. This post is hilarious though, as always, babyweight Nazis and Pavlovs Dog were my fave bits. #BigPinkLink

  45. April 26, 2016 / 8:53 am

    Noooo you are kidding?!! I’m not sure what I would have said or done but I think you did well not to shove her leaflet up her….well, you know….to sort of keep your cool. 🙂 #BigPinkLink

  46. April 26, 2016 / 9:53 am

    Resting bitch face had become my actual bitch face,…LOL…I think you should have asked her if you wanted you for the ‘After’ demonstration. I had a very perky lady come up to me in town the other day, whilst my son was lying on the floor screaming cause he wanted to pick the chewing gum off the floor..and asked happily if I was beach body ready, and handed me a leaflet, she then looked at my haggard expression and faltered..I am not..I am cake ready..#Bigpinklink

  47. April 26, 2016 / 10:03 am

    “my resting bitch face had become my actual bitch face” this had me cracking up! You took it better than me, I might have burst into tears in the street! The cult sounds boring stay on the cheese eating wild side 🙂 #bigpinklink

  48. April 26, 2016 / 12:28 pm

    I don’t know what happened to my last comment because it’s not here so I guess I’ll say it again but a condensed version, Sorry this happened to you. The gull of that lady! Keep your head up though. You gave life and that is worth more weight than gold:) Popping over from #passthesauce

  49. April 26, 2016 / 5:12 pm

    I bet she didn’t get many new recruits?! I can’t believe that people would think that anyone would respond positively to that?! Hilarious post, glad you can see the funny side!

  50. April 26, 2016 / 5:42 pm

    Haha! So brilliantly written – but seriously, she would have got a mouthful from me. Well, either that or I’d have smiled and nodded then cried when I got indoors. I never can tell which way I’m going to go… 😉 #bigpinklink

  51. April 26, 2016 / 7:02 pm

    Popping back over from #passthesauce – still love this post and still shocked at the gall of that daft woman with the leaflets. 🙂

  52. April 26, 2016 / 8:14 pm

    Oh god, how rude1! I would tell her where to go. Keep eating the cheese and drinking the wine. Claire x #bigpinklink

  53. April 27, 2016 / 10:21 am

    Oh my word, where did she honestly think she’d get with that approach? I surprised you didn’t make her eat the bloody leaflet. I’m loving that you have a resting bitch face and an actual bitch face, I scared the cat away I laughed so much! #BloggerClubUK

  54. April 27, 2016 / 2:13 pm

    That’s really shocking!!

    I had the classic ‘how far along are you?’ question once…when I had my baby in the damn pram I was pushing. And this question was from a health visitor I knew in the area! At least she didn’t try to push a fat busting leaflet in my hand and had the grace to look mortified when she realised.


  55. April 27, 2016 / 7:17 pm

    I think she really should stick with the ‘post and run’ method of leafletting with those personal relation skills!! Made me chuckle and glad you can look back at it and laugh, over some cheese and wine ;)! The nerve of the woman!! xx #bigpinklink

  56. April 27, 2016 / 7:52 pm

    Oh my God! How you didn’t punch her is beyond me. I used to work for a particular Slimming Club and yes leafleting was one of the dreaded promotion tasks. My class was on one of the toughest estates in Liverpool and there is no way I would ever have approached someone directly!!! I used to start leafleting at 7.30am so that people would still be in bed.

    I don’t believe in dieting at all anymore and I think you are absolutely right not to get involved!
    Loved this post so funny as usual!!!!


  57. April 27, 2016 / 8:12 pm

    Oh no that’s so rude! And quite brave of this woman in all fairness, I couldn’t imagine singling people out to invite to this group. It’s not nice & shouldn’t have happened. But you have this written in such a fun way to read. I appreciate the resting bitch face turning to real bitch face lol just perfect! #bigpinklink x

  58. April 27, 2016 / 9:41 pm

    OH my good grief I was torn between crying my eyes out with laughter at how you worded it (I actually read parts of it to my hubby!) and being horrified at this poor excuse for a human’s approach to…erm well anything really! No wonder she’s handing out bloody leaflets. Can’t risk putting her in a customer service position or anything requiring tact. Sorry that is an awful comment on my behalf but my God what is wrong with people?!! #bigpinklink

  59. April 28, 2016 / 6:40 am

    Oh I was laughing and offended at the same time! How thoughtless. And she didn’t even offer you a hand to get to the top of the steps! #coolmumclub

  60. April 28, 2016 / 9:09 am

    I was sure that I had commented on this brilliantly funny post but I can’t find my comment. Just to say again HOW RUDE. Although you do such a good job of writing about it that I find myself torn, I feel so angry on your behalf and then I find myself chuckling. FAB post 🙂 #stayclassy

  61. April 28, 2016 / 11:06 am

    Sorry I had to laugh at your humorous description but how rude of her! Whenever I see one of these people coming towards me, I quickly make a de-tour. #Bitchface- Good on ya! Thanks for sharing with #PasstheSauce

  62. April 28, 2016 / 12:46 pm

    Wow some people!!! Good for you. She seriously needs to jog on…preferably to another planet!!! Thanks for linking up to #coolmumclub hon x

  63. April 28, 2016 / 12:49 pm

    Hah!! I know it can’t have felt like it at the time, but you write it up so hilariously!! How very rude. Loving the description of your “actual bitch face” and the way you ran indoors to peer out of the window. #coolmumclub X

  64. April 28, 2016 / 4:19 pm

    I would have handed her back the pamphlet and said a few choice words of what you have said in this post. Maybe I should start a boob club on my street. Just keep on keeping on my friend. Only cut out cheese and wine if it’s for health purposes. See I eat cheese but drink red wine which kind of balances out my cholesterol lol. Thanks for hostessing #bigpinklink!

  65. April 28, 2016 / 6:30 pm

    Popping back from #coolmumclub
    Still laughing. Sorry. Mwah xx

  66. April 29, 2016 / 2:15 pm

    Omg, I can’t believe that happened. How utterly rude of that woman! I bet she doesn’t get many sign ups this way! Don’t let someone so clueless (or anyone for that matter) knock your self confidence!
    Thanks for linking up to #BloggerClubUK 🙂

  67. April 30, 2016 / 12:17 am

    Oh my god! Who would do that?? This can’t be an actual thing people think it’s ok to do! That’s so rude! & I also think you’re right to be suspicious – clearly a cheese stealing cult! Stay clear! You should have said, ‘I’m so glad to have met you, actually, you would be perfect for my obnoxious cow fighting club – come along every Thursday evening, we’ll soon knock all that extra rudeness right off you!’ #bigpinklink

  68. April 30, 2016 / 6:50 am

    Good for you the bloody cheek of it. I recently had a doctor not at my appointment comment on me. Im telling them all to bog off!!
    #coolmumclub #bigpinklink

  69. April 30, 2016 / 3:51 pm

    Back from #StayClassy, I still can’t believe that bitch! ; ) YOU ARE AMAZING.

  70. April 30, 2016 / 8:17 pm

    Absolutely hilarious, I’m dying! Its Saturday night, I’m two glasses of wine in and I just ate one of my kids Babybels – because I too love cheese. Mum tums unite! #stayclassy

  71. May 1, 2016 / 10:20 pm

    Oh my god that woman is THE WORST! She’s lucky you were otherwise occupied with children and couldn’t ram her leaflet down her throat. An elderly man at work told me the other day that it was alright that I was running around like a headless chicken because it would mean I’d lose some weight.. Cheese and wine forever! xx #bigpinklink

  72. May 2, 2016 / 7:14 am

    How rude some people are! I’m not sure if she thought you’d genuinely appreciate her approach, but I think your response was perfect. Crazy woman. Love yourself as long as you’re happy then that doesn’t matter. Cheese and biscuits are far too tasty to give up. Plus who has the time!

  73. May 16, 2016 / 1:19 pm

    How Rude!!! Brilliant post, but you shouldn’t have had to write it. On a lighter note, I was once introduce to a friends new girlfriend. She looked really familiar and it was bugging me for so long where I knew her from, as she clearly had no recollection of me. Then one night I nearly spat my wine out from the sofa when a tena lady ad came on and there she was. True story!

  74. May 16, 2016 / 4:15 pm

    “I was the perfect fatty.” Ouch. But it made me laugh. My son plays with my gut and it reminds me that all that extra weight was put there because of babies. Who am I to get rid of their gift to me 🙂
    Found you on #BlogStars

  75. January 9, 2017 / 8:21 am

    Actual LOL and so offensive! Don’t cross over to the dark side. I do weight watchers online so I don’t have to mix with the actual cult, haha x

    • This Mum's Life
      January 9, 2017 / 8:41 am

      It wasn’t one of my finest moments!!!! I dont blame you, doing it online-I went to the actual meetings, and some of the ladies were very rude!! I’ve tried a lot of the well known ones now, but a lot of the food plans don’t fit with what I now know exacerbates my PCOS. Definitely don’t go to the meetings!! I hope you’re getting on well with it anyway xx

      • January 9, 2017 / 9:20 am

        Thanks. I lost 2 stone a couple of years ago and have kept it off. just trying to lose those last few pounds now. But life’s too short and I’d rather eat cake. Haha xx

        • This Mum's Life
          January 9, 2017 / 10:04 am

          I like your style!!

  76. January 11, 2017 / 3:14 pm

    I appear to have somehow missed this first time around? I have no idea how but I shall have a word with myself! What the actual fudge did this person mean?? I’m sure its just that you appear to be such a warm & friendly person and that you would be an asset to their meetings and would help to inspire all of the other people to achieve their life goals – whatever they may be? It must have been this. If it wasn’t then HOW VERY DARE SHE?? Plus all of the swears! Well handled hon. xx

    • This Mum's Life
      January 11, 2017 / 3:35 pm

      Ha!! Thanks Dawn!! I thought it was a bit mean to approach with those words, and put the leaflet right into my hands, when I had a 15 month old and a NEW BORN in my buggy!!!!! I’m not Heidi Klum!!!!