Recently I was at a party and whilst sitting down resting my weary feet from pulling a few too many MJ moves, the black version of Betty Suarez came over, knelt at my feet, leaned in and asked, “So…how long have you got left to go?” I stared at her in confusion. Until those nine […]

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Until this last Christmas, I didn’t believe in Santa but there must be a fat, white guy with a long white beard and too tight suit that loves me because my prayers about work have been answered and I’m back on maternity leave until April. Admittedly he didn’t answer my pleas for my family to […]

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