Step one - get food processor from ex-husband. This is me recognising that ‘someone’ has to be me. Woe is the orphan living in a latke free zone.

I hated flying so I used to sit with a cig in my mouth waiting for that ding sound that meant I could spark up. A transatlantic flight was several packs, non stop. The free booze helped too ngl. It was so gross, the air by the time you landed was unbearable.

Watching it just after midnight in the cinema with all the other Bond fanatics is one of my happiest memories.

More of this! I had a tough time choosing between Béziers and Perpi for my move, no regrets but it’s nice to see photos of it. Have you been to the prison hotel?

At least @mcdarran.bsky.social has spared me the Christmas Eve panic shoppers!

Average of 6 emails per delivery. And then it gets dumped behind the bin.

In French? That would make this perfect.

My top two same as yours, third was fuck. I remain perfectly on brand.