I'm sorry, I just can't live with myself any longer. Not with the silence, not with the guilt.
I love a bit of girly pop: Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl" and "Friday Night" are awesome. Britney's "Womanize" and "Toxic" are pretty damn good too.
And I put tartare sauce on steaks.
And, deep down, I think the best thing about having boys is that you can fart and blame them. ("Fart-blanche," I call it). I do that, then give them into trouble in front of their mum when they protest.