Yep. About dildoes and some crap about being able to write them off as a source of warmth/heat, or some equally tenuously shoehorned in shite. Much like the time she implied in her cookbook that as it’s vaguely cock-shaped, everyone could shove a courgette(?!) up their flue, but that as she’s a “nice girl” she’s not going to suggest that, but provide a courgette recipe instead.Wasn't there some mithering about her accountant and the drawer full of vibrators?
In so, so many ways she’s perpetually stuck in some sort of arrested development as a not particularly mature adolescent. It’s pathetic-and embarrassing.