It looks like a piece of his head is missing. What a bizarre optical illusion.

You are a wonderful person and I’m so very sorry for the loss of your daughter. Everything that need be said, you said it.

I really wouldn’t say they are safe - physically or mentally.

Serious issues going on with that guy.

I don’t think there’s anything normal about having to “lay low” though.

I’m thinking about that moment they are going to get to in all their adult romantic relationships where they have to decide when to spill the beans.

I can’t have compassion for these kids as well? Dude.

Imagine being her kids. Oh hey - normal life? Never going to have that.

This opener is second only to the fire alarm one.

It’s so awful how it will likely be generations of repercussions. Imagine you survive that experience and then you go and have your own kids and you don’t really know what a real family life is like. Or you don’t have the education required to provide for your family. Or you can’t get mental health help and end up…

Not going to lie - I was deliberately vague for the intrigue.

But it was just me paint pictures of cats on cardboard. My daughter is having a birthday on the weekend with a cat theme.

I think everyone else has explained it pretty well. But just to add to the horror.

Ooo. I forgot to watch because I was painting cats. I guess I have plans for tonight. :D

Cheers for doing what you love instead of what you hate! Yay!

Hey - long time, no Jez.

Many moons ago I started an incredibly short-lived blog where I tested retro recipes (I got pregnant and couldn’t stomach it and then never got back into it). Wieners were a favourite ingredient. Looks good, am I right?

How do you know that my husband has never thought about changing his name?

Yeah, that’s how I used to feel. And now I don’t. Weird.

I’m not really getting how changing your name will make you an isolated person. My grandma is not isolated and she changed her name. She just kept in touch with people over the years. And she’s continued to make new friends. She’s 84. Many of my old friends have changed their names, but I have them all on facebook so…

The last one. SNS is where we talk about anything we want.

I honestly have no idea what the process is here. Hmm. To Google!