Not my hotel room sex. Other people’s hotel room sex.
I am not a marauding Viking or your honey, whatever that is.
Not all kids are delightful. There. I’ve said it. We have all been in a situation where other people’s little darlings are being irritating, annoying, loud, smelly, messy (insert your own suitable adjective here). Whereas the children in our company (unless they are truly being little shits) will always be seen through the family microscopeContinue reading “Other People’s Dogs – The New Other People’s Children?”
Life-hacks for cleaning in the newspapers, beautifully lettered cleaning schedules for our journals on Pinterest and bloody ‘celebrities’ (most of whom are younger than my best comfy bra) telling me how to clean my kitchen.
What has the BF chosen? What do I get to watch whilst I’m eating the dinner that I have lovingly prepared? Fucking Monty Don. It’s 8 o’clock at night and I get to watch another bloody gardening programme starring fucking Monty Don. I almost choked on my gin.
When the pandemic hit in March 2020, the older generation were suddenly plunged into a whole new world of technology. We don’t know about you, but at SJB our experience of this was both terrifying and entertaining. All of a sudden, there we were trying to explain alien concepts such as Zoom, internet banking and click-and-collect.