Good god. Somebody wrote a musical just for me.

I’m British. Colour me wrong on US libel law!

And, from a legal point of view, rock-solid: if you have no reputation to lose, you can’t be defamed.

(Slightly) off-topic: thank God that gif of Billy Bush sucking his finger and mouthing “I’m a bad boy” has gone from the carousel at the top of Jezebel’s front page. It was making my morning sickness about 8000% worse than it already is.

I hope your home will be OK. Very best wishes from across the Atlantic.

Today I have been boasting to my husband about how my pregnancy is not making me over-emotional, because I am MINDFUL.

I’m another person who reads everything she can find about the Mitfords. Mary Lowell’s The Sisters (link in the article) is terrific, and a must-read if you’re new to them; but my very favourite is Letters Between Six Sisters, which is edited by Charlotte, Diana’s daughter, and which for me gave more insight into…

Decca is Jessica Mitford’s nickname.

OK. I don’t think I saw that one. *Shudder*

Nope. Mr Tibs was sitting on my knee at the time and I got quite emotional.

The pancake cat still haunts my nightmares. That show has scarred me.

Tom Ford Traceless Stick Foundation.

Tom Ford Traceless Stick Foundation.

I am pregnant with my first child, and in the UK. I will have a year off work on maternity pay. The law here says I can share that leave with my husband. For the first six weeks I/we get 90% of average weekly earnings before tax; after that it drops to £139.38 if your average weekly earnings are higher than £139.38.

I considered it for the baby I’m having in April - and then dropped the idea after the third spluttering-with-laughter reaction from friends I discussed it with.

At 40, I’m pregnant for the first time (the first time I’ve managed to hold on to a pregnancy for long enough for my body to change shape, anyway), and for the first time in my LIFE I’m not caring about letting it all hang out. It’s wonderful - I’d actually go so far as to call it liberating. I’m at a stage where…

I got the flats too! I’ve bought several replacement pairs since. It’d be really good to see this column brought back. (AND MILLIHELEN.)

Not being snarky - what’s actually *nice* from the Body Shop these days? I haven’t shopped there in about twenty years (I kind of grew out of White Musk).

Not being snarky - what’s actually *nice* from the Body Shop these days? I haven’t shopped there in about twenty…

I do not say this to excuse anything, but I imagine they’re scared.

An honest-to-god video cassette of Terminator 2. I was 15, he was 17. We groped one another ineffectually on my parents’ couch. Nobody came. He turned out to be gay. And I have just realised that this all happened a horrifying QUARTER OF A CENTURY AGO.

Perfect. Thanks for MAKING ME CRY.