My mum, a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication.1“
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.Bridget1
Bridget: "I've got to leave my current job because I've shagged my boss."Richard: "Fair enough. Start on Monday... we'll see how we go."Richard1
Mother! I do not need a blind date. Particularly not with some verbally incontinent spinster who drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney, and dresses like her mother.1
