So I’m lying in the bathroom - wedged up against my shoe storage box & collection of assorted paper cups.
I’ve cried, I’ve wailed, I’ve beaten myself with a Poundland loofah and then I’ve cried a bit more to attract the attention of my adoring husband (he went to work).
The reason being - I just can’t access BM’s gram stuff. You’re all talking about things that I can’t see. I don’t feel I can make a valuable bitchy contribution. I’ve asked my husband to contact the powers that be & sort it out for me but he told me to grow up, clean the house &
cook some proper food for once