By the time Gail realised the petrol situation was not great they were close to the arse end of no where with no houses in sight and no signal on their phones. Gail’s tummy did a funny flip, the kind of flip that signals don’t fart for the love of God.
One evening I found a little vintage doll cello-taped to the steering wheel of my car, instead of calling my friend an absolute lunatic (which clearly she is) I made up a persona for the doll and put her on facebook.
The saga of suitcase-gate. The Husband used the suitcase and yet didn't seem willing to return it to the loft. Over a course of days he & Gail moved it around in a bizarre game of chess like cunning...
How often have you heard that X, Y or Zed are the most favourite food ever only to find out once purchased that it isn't. Gail has to eat 1kg of Coco Pops, how she's meant to be waif like & nimble is anyone's guess.
The terror of taking The Teenager to the dentist. Gail is frenzied about oral hygiene and the relaxed attitude of The Teenager drives her to distraction. How's anyone going to get on in life if they look like they have a mouthful of burnt chips?