If I was Betty...I would have a #madeinchelsea guilty pleasure

When I first decided to purchase a property that I could call home and that would have me indebted to an English bank until 2032, I never dreamt it would be anywhere near somewhere posh!

Having stayed in Fulham since moving to London, it seemed only logical to find somewhere permanent in the borough I'd become familiar with. A new build option came up. Plot number 30 was perfect and as I was turning thirty at the time it appeared to be a sign!!

Now finding decent men in London is considerably harder than you'd think. Either you find shy work guys, pushy local Londoners or foreign boys who remind you of home! I was hoping for something in-between...smart but fun, casual but cool! And then I moved in next door to Chelsea!!

Well you can't blame a girl for trying. I've always ended up with guys I've always ended up supporting financially, I was curious what it would be like to have someone treat me for a change. (Admittedly it won't keep my attention for long, I'm not one for daily being spoilt, but the odd romantic surprise won't go a-miss!)

But oh how I've had to bite my lip, and not seductively I might add.

I tried out a few local pubs on the water and wow don't those Chelsea brats stand out. Not sure I could even do spoilt posh brat.

For this reason, I find it rather hard to explain why I'm so terribly addicted to #madeinchelsea. Undeniably the boys are rather handsome or am I supposed to say "lush"? But they are also so incredibly awkward around girls, which appeals to the cute impulse reaction

Honestly I don't think I'll ever be at risk of joining those in the Chelsea set or falling for a rich little stud but oh what a fun guilty pleasure!!

If I was Betty... I'd try blogging from my iPhone app

Come on woman get with the technology....

OK, the move to an iPhone was an impulsive decision but not without some form of logic. I want GPS and I wanted better Facebook! See, totally reasonable!

And yes although I dreaded the idea of a touch screen, I must admit I do like all the fun goodies it can do. My biggest loss however is my BBM. The little thing that enabled the youth to immobilise so effortlessly during the recent London riots, is the thing I miss the most. Thankfully I've found a suitable app and have persuaded the BBM friends back home to join so we can continue with weekly gossip sessions.

I've taken this one brave step forward to blogging. I've been rather slack on the blogging front, apparently a new job were you actually have to work means I'm less likely to bother turning on my laptop when I get home at night.

But perhaps my super duper handy new toy will make blogging just that more accessible.