The clever and sexy people at Durex magically knew two things about me this week, 1: that I am off on holidays very soon and, 2: that I have decided not to have any more babies (more of that later). And so they sent all of this to my house:
I have an extremely nosy postman, as in, he sometimes looks at me expectantly at the door as I sign for parcels as if I’ll open it in front of him, or declare ‘Oh I know what this is! It’s the BROS back-catalogue I’ve been waiting for!!’ (As if I’d share that kind of excitement with anyone…)
Anyway, he lived another day without embarrassment at my hands. I mean, I’m not embarrassed about condoms, lube and massage oil, but you’d be surprised how uncomfortable I might get unwrapping them in front of the local postie. One who knows my da..
Anyhoo, as one is not currently on the pill (and we all know what kind of situations I get myself into under those circumstances), I was thrilled to receive my stash and I fully intend on using it!*
And guess what? Oh yes, that’s right, they’ve offered to send another stash to one lucky, soon-to-be-sexed-up reader of Raising Ireland in a giveaway! All you have to do to enter is:
1. Like Durex on Facebook.
2. Like Raising Ireland on Facebook.
3. Don’t get pregnant ;o)
*Comp closes at midnight on Friday August 21st*
(*Disclaimer: If I get pregnant on holidays, I promise not to hold Durex responsible. Mortified explanations will no doubt appear in the next book: ‘I Forgot To Bring My Condoms: An Honest Diary Of A Third-time Mum’ ;o) )
