So I have a confession. I bloody love reality tv. Like loads. I love my kids yes. But reality tv? A very close second. This is why I find myself up at 525am to watch Made in Chelsea. I often find myself up at this time. Just me and the cats.
It may be a real housewife of somewhere random in America, a dwarf family, a family using coupons to buy 657 kitchen rolls, literally anything. I'm an intelligent educator of young minds. But I just can't get enough!
I long for the day when I am approached to do the Real Housewives of Birmingham.
At around 630ish my day properly begins and from then on my tv is monopolised with Peppa bloody Pig, baby TV or worse Barbie and her very poor morals.
So long live 530am, pints of builders tea, cuddles with the cats and a host of reality stars whose lives I am obsessed with. I bless you and your tricksome lives. You make me so happy.