For every nonfiction I read, I read two smutty “romance” novels.

All while fighting off a meltdown because I can hear all the electrical signals bouncing off every surface.

I'm never sure if we're meant to be celebrating that he tried, or celebrating that he failed.

Just as depressing as when I asked a 6 year old what they wanted to do when they grew up and they said “Probably marketing.” 😞

Without a doubt, yes.

Oh that’s a great shame. Teen Vogue politics was a brilliant move.

I pay a small amount out of my income each month for National Insurance. I won’t pay anything for that visit and treatment because I’ve already paid for it. NI pays for me and helps people far sicker than me. The NHS saves lives.

I would like someone to ask Mike Johnson if it was worth selling his soul to the devil.

And absolutely deliberate.