When I attended the UK Blog Awards, I was not expecting to win and had only a rough idea of what I’d have said. As it was the first time that there had been an event to recognise UK blogging, I for one did not know what to expect.
The organisers (in their wisdom) realised that bloggers could be a very wordy bunch. The instruction for receiving awards was to smile for the camera. It was a great way to streamline the proceedings!
However I had been asked to represent another blogger, Fletch the Perchcrow of Wordsworth’s House in Cockermouth. Not knowing in advance that speeches would be unnecessary, I asked Fletch for a speech, which he kindly provided courtesy of Alex Morgan. I used the contents of that speech in my conversations with some of the other people attending the Awards Evening.
Had speeches been required and had I (unexpectedly) won an award, the last but not least person in mine would have been my patient hubby. He allows me to blog and he let me go away for a week to attend the Awards ceremony and visit relatives.
Written in response to the Daily Prompt – Last but not least.
Last but Not Least
In your imaginary award acceptance speech (yes, we know you have one), who’s the very last — and most important — person you thank?