It started when I was pregnant with my oldest and a story was on the news about a penguin whose baby had been stolen from the zoo. They kept showing a picture of the mother pining for him.
You see I am a bit of a hardy lady and before children was not the most sentimental. I laughed at Valentine’s Day, partied through Christmas and often forgot birthdays (and probably still do).
And you certainly wouldn’t catch me breaking my heart over a flippin’ (see what I did there) stolen baby penguin.
Just this week I’ve shed a tear at the RSPB Give Nature a Home advert where a little girl builds hedgehog hotels and frog swimming pools.
What the hell! If I found a hedgehog in my garden I would probably freak right out (and move out). The idea of mini beasts makes me want to vomit. And a frog seriously or even a toad (shudder). See you later alligator. Yikes.
Yet after watching this I was nearly pulling on my fake Hunter Wellies from Asda and setting up Disney Land for all things slimy and creepy and crawly in my back garden (and I don’t mean ex-boyfriends boom boom!).
The week before it was the Coleman’s advert where the Dad makes a cottage pie for his recently dumped daughter. It made me look forward almost to the day when my girl comes home after her first heartbreak. I will rustle up a pie and she’ll smile and everything will be okay again (obvs she won’t make sick faces at my cooking, slam the door on me and shout “I hate you and my life.”)
And those Lloyds TSB For the Journey adverts got me EVERY single time. They make me want to have triplets and keep buying houses (I am joking husband if you see this. It is safe to come home. I promise).
|Source: Lloyds TSB|
Do advertising executives know what they are doing to me? I am getting worse not better. Which leaves me in fear of how I am going to get through the festive TV period without looking like a overgrown panda. What must my children think?!
It is supposed to be the season to be jolly yet I always spend a proportion blubbering over Chrimbo adverts.
Well not this year. No way. Not a chance. I am manning myself up.
This year I will be immune. Nothing is going to get me all in an emotional fuddle.
|Source: John Lewis|
|Source: John Lewis|
Yep. This year I will scoff at the mushiness dressed up as magical advertisements.
What’s that you say? They have already started playing the Coke adverts with the Santa train. Oh no.
Must go and find a tissue and start bulk buying Celebrations tubs. I just can’t believe the Holidays are coming!!!
|Gabe says: “Oh no I thought this orange outfit was bad enough.
I forgot about the snowman jumpers and matching socks. This is bad!”