Abby Lacey

Ramblings of a happy camper!


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Be afraid, be very afraid

#TeamBadInfluences is back – and they’re bigger, badder and better!

After last year’s London to Brighton, the #TeamBadInfluences girls really got the cycling bug and wanted to go bigger, and stronger so on 25 June, we’re taking part in Davina McCall’s Big Sussex Bike Ride.

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Last year we lost a couple of team members – Ruth, who ended up having a hip replacement – poor excuse 😉 and Sara who, last April, suffered a Cerebrospinal Fluid (CSF) leak which took months to heal. Both Ruth and Sara are back with a vengance though and raring to get going!

Unfortunately, we have lost Bryony as she’s done her knee in. Hopefully she’ll be back pedalling soon, or at least being our support team!

So the Team has gone from 8 to 9, which isn’t bad (influences)…

As well as being another challenge, the Team girls are raising money for a fantastic cause, Action Medical Research (AMR), a charity dedicated to improving the health of babies and children.

Hundreds of thousands of children’s lives are devastated by disease and disability – in fact had it not been for AMR, Abby, would not be on her bike today!

So dig deep, peeps, and give all you can to this fabulous cause and keep #TeamBadInfluences on the road for another year:

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https://www.action.org.uk/sponsor/teambadinfluences 

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I am a feminist


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Happy Women’s Day

On this International Women’s Day, I am standing proud and shouting from the rooftops:

I am a feminist

… in the truest sense. I am not a man-hater (if you know me, you know how much I love men!), never going to burn my bra (I wouldn’t inflict that on the world!) and I don’t think women are better than men. I just want us to be equal.

But, to get equality, we have to work together, not just girls, but all of us. We have to stop shaming each other, stand together, love one another… and reach for the sky!

She believed she could so she did


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Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

Competition time!As well as #gettingmyshittogether this year, I am decided to experiment in the world of comping. for those unfamiliar with the phrase, it is:

“the practice of entering competitions, especially those promoting consumer products.”

My self-imposed rule is that I don’t go looking for comps, but if I see one, I must enter it.

So far, I’ve tried my hand at winning tickets for a motorhome show, a few holidays and £35,000 for a deposit on a house and recently won tickets to the Outdoor Adventure & Camping Show.

Outdoor Adventure Show

Outdoor Adventure Show

Having spoken to a few peeps about comping, many think it’s a great idea and have shared tales of friends of friends who have won holidays, cars and even houses.

So there seems to be some merit is perhaps extending my experiment… providing I don’t get obsessed (good luck with that, Ab!)!


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My name is Lorna…

Another fab blog from my friend, Lorna!

The Mumblings

And I am a social media addict.

“Oh for god sake, here we go again!” I hear you cry – first Anxiety, then OCD and now addiction, what’s bloody next!

But alas, it is true my friends.

My addiction to social media has been in steadfast flow for approximately ten years. It kicked off way back in 2007 when my sweeping fringe was questionable, my social antics excessive and I was introduced to the marvel that is Facebook.

As I merrily created my login, and uploaded my first ever profile picture, little did I know it would fuel what was to be, and still is – my frenzied social media infatuation.

217617_16234570018_3203_n First profile picture : Questionable sweeping fringe.

I was instantly hooked. Facebook gave me a newly found love of oversharing – the desire had always festered within – I love an exposed tête-à-tête, however as yet I hadn’t been…

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Spend spend spend

shopaholicMy name is Abby and I’m a spendaholic.

I like to spend for spending’s sake and my obsession with online ordering (and subsequent returning, I hasten to add) has got out of control and now it must stop.

So in the spirt of getting my sh*t together, I cut up my store cards. I’m not keen on the shops anyway and only buy from them because I don’t have to spend cash… It’s just so easy.

Today was a good day to #getmyshittogether and #cutupthosecards – gone, done!

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I also went through all my statements and looked at the amount of interest I’d being paying and was shocked. On one certain department store card alone, I paid a whopping £40 interest last month – I’d be fleeced!

It might (will) take me a while to pay off the card and whilst probably not the best option, but the only option, I did a 0% balance transfer so that although I’m theoretically robbing Peter to pay Paul, I will only pay a balance transfer fee and not the massive load of interest every month = shorter time to pay off.

Man, it feels so good too. It’s been a month of not convincing myself I must have a new this, that and the other, and frivolously spending, and I think it might be addictive.


I know this  is a serious subject and I’m not making light of it, it’s just my style. If you feel out of control with debts, help is out there.


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Simon says…

January. A shitty month of no money, post Christmas realisation that you’ve gone way over the top during the festive season, you come crashing back to earth with a bang… And a sickness bug if you’re lucky.

I stumbled across a couple of audio books by the brilliant Sarah Knight and devoured them within a couple of days.

The first, The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck, was amazing, but the second Get Your Sh*t Together was why I’m here, now.

Without ruining it for those who’ve not read it (or breaching any copyright laws), Sarah likens us to Alvin and the Chipmunks, i.e. we fall into one of three personalities:

Alvin (“a ‘fake it till you make it’ kinda guy”), Simon (“Keeps up appearances while dying from a thousand self-inflicted cuts”), Theodore (“relatively hopeless”). I’m a Simon – think I’ve got my sh*t together but really, I’m a swan (I’m not referring to my beauty.. ha ha).

So whilst I could have done a real Simon-like thing and dismiss the book smugly thinking, ‘I don’t need this, I’m got my sh*t together already’, I realised that I really need help, like really.

So I got working. I sorted my sock drawer. Yes, the start of getting my sh*t together was sorting my sock drawer – I love socks. I really love them so much so that Sam (husband) marvels at how easy it is to buy Christmas pressies for me as I appreciate them so much! During the difficult task of sorting ones to relegate to the duster pile (I can’t possibly throw them away just because they have a little hole or two in them), I discovered a pair of socks I’d never worn and realised even more how much I needed to do this.

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I’m back!

I know I haven’t written for a while.

After my #40B440 challenge of 40 blogs, I felt I’d really drained my creative resources and so took a (very) long break, but inspired by some books I’ve read (OK, listened to on Audible – getting me to read is a challenge one step too far) and a friend’s blog (if you haven’t already read it, I urge you to; Lorna really tells it like it is, in an amusing and touching way – find it here: themumblings.co.uk), I’ve decided to resurrect my blog and write some tales on my year of getting my sh*t together.

ive-been-vowing-to-get-my-shit-together-since-pretty-10386984Watch this space…