The plan was always to be rich and famous, own 3 pugs and a holiday home. I'd be impeccably dressed every minute of every day, put Mrs Hinch to shame with my perfect house and run my own business. As I stand there, 5 minutes late for work, watching my dogs happily stomp through every single one of the six poo piles in the garden of my rented house with £2.87 to last me till payday (which is in two weeks) I realise that I'm not winning at life, but it's ok. It's the taking part that counts!
