Very Super

I bumped into an old school gate frenemy at the supermarket yesterday. If you want training in how to be a bitch extraordinaire, hers is the number you need.

“I am SO sorry about your book” she smiled but not with her eyes.

Baffled I asked her what she meant.

She put her hand on […]

The Naughty Bench

I realised I had left my purse at home after the cashier had totalled my trolley load of shopping last night. I summoned the cavalry (my husband on his pushbike bearing my debit card) and promised her I would pay in 15 minutes.

Satisfied but not at all smiley she used her thumb to direct […]