Hazards of being a stay-at-home mummy vol 1
As the news ended this morning and a sequence of appalling 80s rubbish bleated from my radio accompanied by some sub-literate degenerate attempting a feeble Terry Wogan impersonation, I realised I had foolishly tuned in to Radio 2 rather than Radio 4. By then, of couse, the baby was locked onto the boob and I was forced to endure twenty minutes of this fatuous crap.