Amanda must really hate me. A few weeks ago she rang me up and invited me for a coffee and a catch-up. The hook was that she had a present for me. Now, Amanda has a hot pink A5 Filofax, unused and unloved, languishing on her desk. I have hinted about adopting it on a number of occasions and actually dared to think that she had finally decided to give it to me. We met at our usual haunt and she was carrying a rather un-Filofax shaped package with her. We ordered our coffees and sat down. She handed me the package. If I could have raised one eyebrow I would. It was heavy. I shook it and she screamed, "DON'T SHAKE HIM!" Him? HIM? What the actual... I opened the package and was greeted with a mason jar full of some gloopy mixture. My heart sank. It was a fucking 'Friendship Cake'. The type of gift you only give to frenemies. I have survived almost twenty-two years of parenting without ever accepting ...
... blogging my guts out