I made my flower bed,I’ll lie in it.
I used to love the shops. The shops were the great equaliser.
Who put all this junk in my house? It couldn’t have been me.
As a kid,Cat’s in the Cradle was a cautionary tale about a neglectful father. But as an adult,I recognise the feeling of being trapped in the system.
They will happily send three texts in a row even when they haven’t received a reply.
A hypothetical bad idea was suddenly transformed into an ongoing mistake. I’d joined a long-distance race.
I have the emotional depth of a kiddie pool. There isn’t a lot going on in here. It’s a shame,really. I’ve always wanted to be brooding and mysterious.
This new discovery has proved a real game-changer for both the baby and her parents.
It sickens me to say this,but I made a healthy change and my life improved for the better.
Have you ever looked at the traditional anniversary gift guide? Each year is uniquely terrible.
Welcome to the new age,millennial-parent-marketed lullaby genre