Dear diary, This week has not been good. Like really not good. On more fronts than a Hollywood plastic surgeon has put fake airbags. Bear with me and I shall explain. The weekend saw me having some much needed R&R as the mothership, mini-mother and the old squawky one, who I enjoy terrorising (otherwise know […]
Dear diary, Oh lord, help me – my mother now thinks she’s maverick, when quite honestly, the rest of us know she’s goosed. Some total idiot, erstwhile known as her rather enabling other half, bought them both a Top Gun experience, which seems to have involved two very, very brave individuals sitting alongside each of […]
Dear diary, Thank you everyone who has responded to my ask regarding how to avoid any more hacking horrors. I have to say some of you are more mercenary than mother (which I can assure you is quite some feat) and your top tips around shoulder dropping and erstwhile literally throwing people under buses were […]