Rachel Killington has been rushing between the radio station, an old castle and a maternity ward. Heart of the romantic action I’ve always believed that life is like a high-speed rollercoaster full of twists and turns. Sometimes it’s terrifying, sometimes exhilarating but it’s almost always exciting.
Last week, however, I think I somehow lost my grip on the safety bar, and spent the majority of my time attempting to stay aboard and not get left behind! It’s been a whirlwind and I’m only just beginning to take in everything that has happened… Valentine’s week at the radio station was fantastic. We ran a promotion called the ‘Love Shack’, and encouraged listeners to leave us their declarations of devotion to their loved ones, a selection of which were played on air. The ‘shack’ itself was situated in the local shopping mall, and was a real sight to behold – a red gazebo decked out with flowers, cushions, pink fairy lights, heart shaped balloons and a gorgeous red velvet sofa. Listeners adored the idea, and we even had a proposal on Valentine’s day itself. Valentine’s day was also when the Brit awards was staged - we had a big ticket giveaway competition, and I had the pleasure of taking a local couple for their pre-show hair and face treatments before they were whisked away to London. They were both so excited when I arrived, and very deserving winners, and (despite my obvious jealousy at the prospect of schmoozing with the stars) I’m so pleased they got the chance to go to the awards- it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and they were a lovely couple. An early departureI managed to get some respite from the intensive romantic work schedule in the form of a short break to Dublin, which seemed like a fabulous idea in the heat of the moment. I booked accommodation in an old castle, and was extremely pleased with my spontaneous Valentine’s surprise for Neil. What I hadn’t thought through was the fact that I had to get up at 3am on a Monday morning, and when the alarm kicked in, I almost kicked it- right out the bedroom window. A good time was had by all (although I’m sure my credit card would be inclined to disagree as it was slightly overworked!). I’ll probably still be paying for it at Christmas, but I’ve always been inclined to act before I think… A safe arrivalWe hadn’t even left Dublin on our final day when I received a text informing me that baby Killington was about to make his arrival, and it seemed that he was in a particular rush too… General panic ensued, and I kept my fingers crossed, desperately hoping that he wouldn’t make his entrance until I’d finished my packing and got to the airport. But we made it there and there was no news… went through security (which took ages and involved the removal of belts, coats and even shoes!)…went through to the departure lounge…and still nothing. We boarded the plane and I reluctantly turned my phone off (I consoled myself with the fact that at that altitude I probably wouldn’t have been able to get a signal anyway - I don’t think Vodafone’s network coverage is that good!) The hour’s journey back to London seemed to take forever, but we got to Stansted and collected our luggage still with no baby news. Got home from the airport after taking a detour to Neil’s parents and still no baby. Went to bed at 1am and still no baby. After all the panic that Amy wasn’t even going to make it to the hospital in time, Noah George Killington finally arrived at 3am, weighing 8lb 13 ½ oz. He really is lovely and being an aunty means I get all the fun of having a baby around, but with none of the responsibility…although after all the stress his arrival caused I think I need another holiday already! See Rachel's previous job logs: | 
