Haven't posted anything for a week, unusually. In fact, I haven't even picked up my laptop, or checked my Facebook for an entire week either. And I survived with no withdrawal effects. Maybe I'm not as addicted as I thought.

Had my awards night on Thursday. I was nominated as a future star in my organisation, someone with potential to be a role model, and was shortlisted in the final eight. I didn't win, or get highly commended, which wasn't really a surprise, as a) there were seven other people in my category, and b) I'd seen the presentation for the event the day before, and inadvertently been shown the results. Which was good, as otherwise I would have been far too nervous to even eat the lovely food, at the thought of possibly having to get up and walk to the stage in front of everyone, so at least I got to relax a bit knowing I could stay firmly in my seat throughout the entire thing.

I still went very red though when my name was read out as a shortlisted nominee. Things like that really embarrass me - it's a compliment, which I don't easily take.

However, I wasn't totally at ease, having panic bought a dress, and spending the entire two weeks in the run up to the evening concerned that my dress was too short or too tight. And would I be able to walk in my shoes? Even worse was my obsession with having some industrial strength holdy-in knickers. Which just pushed my fat to abnormal places and made me look even worse.

My flatmates boyfriend commented that if I wore that dress out on a Saturday night I would definitely find myself a new boyfriend. I think that was a compliment. I responded that I might meet a guy, but I wouldn't be able to pull him with my Bridget Jones style underwear on. I don't think he understood what I meant, being French and all.

I ended up ditching the big knickers last minute. More hassle than they were worth.

I needn’t have stressed so much about what I looked like. Not that I’m one to judge...but there were a few states there. Especially after a bit too much of the free wine.

There was a particularly funny moment when, after announcing the two highly commended nominees in the category that I was shortlisted for, one of the other nominees thought her name had been read out, and got on the stage, before embarrassingly having to be asked to sit down.

It was a good night, even though I didn’t win. There’s always next year.