Lesson fourteen: A rant is good for the soul

I could apologise for the following swearing, but I wouldn't mean it. Don't read if you don't like fuck, because I say fuck a lot. Fuck. My daughter isn't wearing a tutu and tiara and my son isn't head-to-toe in biege and that's hard for you because there's a chance she could be a he, or he a she, or she a she and he a he and you just wouldn't know how to type cast them? Off you fuck.

Lesson thirteen: A nice cuppa fixes all

One of my new favourite places to spank money I don't have is Babi Pur. They've got everything from toys, clothes and baby carriers to lube, deodorant and sandwich bags. They've got your back, and it's all just about as planet friendly and ethical as you can get. So I have to spend all that …

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Lesson twelve: There is so. much. excrement.

Looks like I'm sticking with a theme for the blog (see Lesson One); shit. I've run the numbers and the input to output ratio in this house does not add up. Every street has a fat cat that roams around getting fed by eight different families and I'm starting to wonder if my family are …

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