Let's revisit some over-sharing I've done in the past. Bear with, there'll be a logical explanation in a moment.
Sharp-minded memory champs may remember that despite being a feministic woman of the highest order, I also spend a chunk of the day covering my face in coloured grease. Often when I'm in the house alone and planning to see no one but the postman. (I never plan to see the postman, but the fruits of my late night eBay habit kick in with a knock on the door, every few days or so.)...
Published on April 16, 2018 00:51