I was complaining to my husband that even my normally cheery take-your-brain-out celebrity gossip cites have turned quite dark as of late, and I desperately needed some distraction that didn’t involve either Trump or rape. He put David Attenborough’s “Blue Planet II” on for me. Highly recommend!

Thank you. (Cultural Catholic reporting in).

Really? I would disagree - I was raised in a strict Catholic household, in an area where most people were the same (mostly second and third generation Irish/Italian/Polish). My generation (I’m in my early 30s) seems to mostly have become what you call “progressive Catholics” or stepped away entirely. But I don’t get…

God help me, I find the ball of yarn hilarious, and the rich version of me (presumably the one who doesn’t work in international development for pennies) would totally buy it.

Ha! This is a very fair point. Farmers need to let their hair down every now and again too!

Jesus. I knew it moved fast, but I had no idea it was THAT fast. Immunisation for everyone!

Haha, it’s true. Everytime my husband drags me out for a piss up in town, come closing time, there are bodies flying out of the doors of practically every pub. And this is in a small town in a relatively rural area!

God, that’s awful. Poor baby, and her poor family. They couldn’t have gotten her help any quicker.

“.....being aggressively British.” That is hilarious and perked my afternoon right up. The next time my husband gets himself wound up about something, I’m going to tell him he’s being aggressively British.

Haha, I bet whoever at Amazon is in charge of monitoring purchases is like, “ok, why the fuck have we had a 300% spike of French cookies in the last hour?”

I was late to the high rise party! I tried on a pair years ago when they first started getting popular, and they looked terrible. Instead of blaming that particular pair of jeans on that particular day, I decided there was something fundamentally wrong with my torso shape and clung to my low rises for years.

Annnnd now I’ve ordered the lemon tarts as well.

I hope yours reach you sooner than mine! If not, may you forget about them entirely and have them be a delightful surprise upon eventual arrival.

I was just talking about this with a friend the other day, and we have decided that it’s likely we are old enough (32) that we are settling into the jeans we will wear for the next few decades. They are high rise, because a) so flattering, and b) so comfortable. Tops can change, but I’m probably a high rise gal until…

I’m eight weeks pregnant and when I’m not being ill, I want all the sugar (which is a bit weird as I normally don’t eat much sugar at all; salt is my downfall).

Why....why are you still there? Oh God, please move!

I am somewhat flummoxed by that detail. I can’t wrap my head around a dog not smelling them, or hearing them. Surely at some point they made some small noise (a sniffle, a drop of a bite of food, etc.) that the owner might not have heard, but the dog definitely would have. I can’t believe the dog never just started…

I was horrified the first and only time I ordered them. Not all cross-cultural surprises are good ones!

Cheese fries where I currently live mean fries with cold shredded cheddar sprinkled on them :/

Salt was banned in my house growing up. Totally banned. This was the mid 80s-90s, and I believe sodium was going to give everyone heart disease or something, which ran in the family. We were allowed, however, to eat whatever sugary processed nonsense we wanted.