I’d usually rather speak to someone than text them. But I prefer a text to a fucking voice message. I’m listening to the radio on my phone. I don’t want to interrupt whatever I’m concentrating on to listen to a fucking message because someone is too lazy to type it out or at least dictate a message.

Just incubators. They don’t matter.

It’s completely true

I don’t have any access to my work email at home. IT keep offering to ‘fix’ that for me. I just laugh and ask when they’ll be paying for the phone/bill. Until then, nope.

I’m a teacher, but I’m British. I work in the Middle East so my situation is slightly different from when I was at home.

This is really sad. I get a day to move house in addition to my holidays. And sick leave.

28 days in the UK, for full time workers, and pro-rata for part time.

Last I heard from her, Julie Birchill had gout.

I used to work for a company which provided comparisons of qualifications from different countries. I’d never heard of a master’s degree as a 100% taught course before I was employed there- we don’t (or didn’t at that time) have them in the UK. Similarly, many US bachelor degrees are comparable to a non-honours UK…

I set my students an assessment each year which is a presentation. It has to be a PowerPoint backing up their speech.

I’m confused about what you’re saying ‘divide over worship’?

I think you’ll find that asparagus is actual food of the gods and, as such, should be venerated in all holy places.

In many Anglican churches there is a screen. Often very beautiful. The vicar delivers the sermon from the congregation’s side of the screen, but does some sort of fannying about at the altar behind the screen during the service. As a Methodist, I always found it baffling.

I concur. The cheese rolling on Cooper’s Hill is my favourite. Better than Morris dancers.

Station eleven is soooooo good.

Try Laurie Graham and Sarah Waters. All good. Maybe start with ‘Gone with the Windsors’ by the former and ‘tipping the velvet’ by the latter. Also Clare Clark. The Great Stink.

I can’t bear to listen to this sort of argument and general arsiness. It reminds me of the disagreements my parents had when they were divorcing and I hate it.

I love getting my hair cut, but I live a 7hour flight from my hairdresser, so I grow it and colour it myself all year and then go see him as much as possible for the two months I’m home in the summer. I can’t wait for 30th June to get it done again.

My mum has (mostly) stopped asking me. But it took a particularly trying few months of her complaining about not having grandchildren and everyone she knows has them and babies are cute for me to lose my temper. I’m not especially proud of telling her that the way she and my dad behaved whilst they were dragging out…

Have you tried the roller lash? I alternate between they’re real and roller lash. The latter has more of a comb than brush.