Pinkham! I ordered lamb cutlets at a restaurant on the weekend. They came out red and bloody. Now I must admit I like meat cooked well anyway (that's just me) but I am currently preggers and not meant to eat underdone meat. So I apologised *profusely* and asked if the kitchen could grill them a bit longer for me. The…

Ooh! I live in England and our libraries have cafes in them here! It seems very weird to me, but yes you can eat in lots of English libraries.

It's you USA-people. I don't see her called Kate Middleton in the UK press anywhere near as much.

That casual kiss on the head. So lovely. Makes me teary because there’s no way he ever had his dad treat him like that but he’s still learned to be a loving hands on dad. My f-i-l is just as “reserved” as the old guard royals and I'm so proud when I see my husb being naturally loving with our child like this too.

Wow, their Jesus sounds like a real creeper.

This made me laugh so much! You nailed it.

I think it's because it's confusing that the villain wasn't wearing a black cowboy hat and twirling his moustache! As a kid I was never taught that a baddy could be someone who told me he loved me.

I never thought it would happen to me. I’m white, middle class, educated, good job, intelligent (#humblebrag), and yet it did. I used to think only stupid people would get themselves into situations like that, and maybe part of why I stayed for so long was that I knew I wasn’t stupid, but if I told people what was…

Well nobody wants to witness a trolley have a tantrum in aisle three, amiright?

In the supermarket, I subconsciously rock the trolley back and forth to calm it down. Force of habit. I see other parents doing it too!

Oh God. I want to find her and give her a huge hug, and a puppy, and a basket of kittens, and fucking ANYTHING that would help what a horrible horrible shitty thing has happened to this poor woman.

PREACH.

I love Kate all the more for that.

Can you use this to ask her to ease up on the black under-eye eyeliner? I mean, I’d say something to her, but I think it would be better coming from someone who’s already got that connection.

Cold, loud, and stupid. Sounds like either a title for someone’s memoirs or a good band name.

Solidarity sister. I was born on my dads birthday. He forgot mine two years in a row after he and my mother split up and she wasn’t reminding him! Halfway through my first pregnancy when I had a sudden realisation that my child wouldn't be born anywhere near my birthday I had a hysterical crying fit of happiness and…

*gasp!* You DASTARD!

I like your sister.

Ouch! Thanks for telling it to me straight though. It’s probably better that I know now.

I’m preggers now, and I’m going to look up lyrics to these songs in preparation for DOING EXACTLY THIS.