The amount of times I've had to wear a bra this week is astonishing.

Spring is upon us. Which still means that my heating thermostat has been up and down like a whore's knickers.

Goodbye, Mercedes, goodbye. It feels like Thursday. What? It's Friday?

As usual my lovelies, here’s how my week went, in no particular order:

mini project this week to tame the eyebrows...

I can't find the paragraph about the rules addressing whether I can visit a fancy dress shop via a pogo-stick using only B-roads accompanied by my aunties sister's second cousin's budgies babysitter twice removed. So, as always, feckit, I'll stay in.