Fucking hell, BN, that is scary, although not as terrifying as my Sky broadband crashing for the last nine hours - I couldn't get on mumsnet. Put yourself in my shoes, please, and stop thinking of yourself.
Lib, I'm sorry I can't advise, but: Call The Midwife!
Jolls, I'm intrigued with this here mace. I'm-a gonna get me some.
F&T, you know I'm teasing you, right? And you, BN? (I do worry I'm getting too naughty on here and that some of you are taking me seriously).
Foxy, then you must put up and shut up. You're on £40k a year with your own office, a panoramic view of the The Lakes and a team made up entirely of mammoth-schlonged males. You even get to doff yer cap at Lib Dem MPs. Tsk! Ingrate.
I thought I felt movement before but it was the unbridled horror of having no internet access which caused a rapidly-moving turd to touch cloth.