Month: June 2020

It’s been exactly 22 years since my oldest daughter was ripped from my womb with shiny silvery tongs.

So it turns out no one on my husband’s work Zoom call heard me singing “American Pie” yesterday,

All finished.

On a scale of one to ten,

Dear Abby, I have one pillow that I’ve had for years that’s just perfect.

My daughters’ favourite game at the moment appears to be

or – a noob’s adventures on Facebook.