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Any idea that comes to you in the middle of the night should be ignored. If you don't manage to ignore it, but rather decide it's quite a good idea, something has gone wrong. If you then take three kids to an indoor trampoline park in Week 4* of the Summer holidays, link your idea to charity fundraising and post it on Facebook immediately so that you can't back out, you should probably start taking sleeping pills so that no more ideas come to you in the early hours. The whole 'taking three kids to an indoor trampoline park' thing should have alerted me to the fact that I wasn't thinking straight. That, or the awareness that it was indeed Week 4* of the Summer hols, that famous 'death of the soul and all hope' stage of the year for Mums across the land. But nope, I hit 'Post', so now I have to give up alcohol for 90 days. That's all of September, October and November. Yes, I know that 30 days hath September and November, while October hath 31, but I'm giving myself a pass for my birthday, just in case I'm not actually A Whole New Person by November and need to hit the Pimms.

More will be revealed about my dumb idea, my favourite charity and my lack of common sense, but in the meantime you should probably just sponsor me and start suggesting cocktail recipes for 1 December.

Here's the magic link:
uk.virginmoneygiving.com/LizThompson

*It might actually have been Week 5. I used to work in a bank, but now I can't count. Actually, I can count to 3, as I have 3 kids and need to provide that many meals, chairs, beds, etc. Also handy to take at least 3 kids home from school each night. (Sometimes extras come too, but they tend to be picked up by calmer, more organised Mums before bedtime.)

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