Do I want to be friends with my nutbag aunty of Facebook so she can go on an embarrassing liking and commenting rampage about ‘when you were little you were a grubby little cherub’ etc etc etc
Answer (always the same):
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. See you at christmas and not before.
(I realise this is less of a post and more of a thought that snaked its way into my cavernous and empty mind, but it is the first day back after a bank holiday so with arms outstretched towards my screen, look of dispair on my face I’ll howl “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEEEEEE?”)