I’m going to Blogfest tomorrow.
I’m actually going to my first blogging conference. I’ve bought tickets for two before (BritMums 2013 & 2014) but then sold them on because I couldn’t afford the accommodation, plus I put myself off the idea before I’d even got there.
Having only known I was going since Wednesday night – which involved hurried babysitting arrangements; MG and DG will be passed between three people tomorrow (four if you count Mr Chaos!) – I haven’t had time to change my mind.
Well, not to change my mind more than a few million times. And minor hyperventilation. Panic panic PANIC!!
I don’t really know what to expect. I didn’t even realise lunch was included. And there’s a goody bag. And wow, I’m going to meet Jax. And Beth. And Rachael. And Jax! (I’m quite
terrified excited about this) And… too many lovely lovely people.
I’ve printed my ticket. Sorted out the children for tomorrow (Mr Chaos is still in stressed-director mode). Sorted myself out for tomorrow (I hope.) Found out train times. Need to write them down. And print out a map for the venue. My technology isn’t reliable enough, so I need hard copies of everything annoyingly.
So… I’m going to a blogging conference.
Say hi if you see me. I’m short, round, probably dressed in black, and have a bright red Oliver and the Seawigs canvas bag. I’m also very introverted, completely anxious, slightly deaf, and don’t do eye contact very well…