My daughter runs out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.  ’Mummy, can I have a knife?’
You’re not even four years old yet, what the hell do you need with a knife?
‘What do you need a knife for sweetheart?’
What do you think I am, stupid?  I’m not giving you weapons, …

That’s me, that is.
In the none-sleeping-with-someone’s-husband-kind-of-way.
It just came off in my hand, Your Honour, honest.

Seriously *shakes head* I don’t know my own strength.

Saying that it is a little bit cold here in the winter is like saying Paris Hilton is a little bit irritating or my children are a little bit untidy. It is, quite frankly, the understatement of the millennium.
But that’s okay, it supposed to be cold in a …