We’ve all heard of road rage – it comes as standard these days. Someone cuts you up – you give them the finger. Someone in a white BMW doesn’t indicate – you give them the finger. Some old dear going at 40mph on the motorway – you let that go, they’ll probably make it to their own wake at that rate. Since 2013 it’s all been about Pram Rage for me. Vein-popping, face-reddening Pram Rage. Continue reading “Pram Rage – it’s a thing”
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve been out with Evelyn alone and I’ve somehow invited dad stereotype comments such as “where’s mummy today then?”, “are you babysitting today?” and “you’ve been allowed out alone with her have you?”.
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