"So what did you do with your day?" my girlfriend asked the other day.
"Well," I replied, "when the baby was asleep I inserted the chin of the Queen Mother on to the head Frank Butcher."
Long pause, puzzled look. "Did you hang the washing out?"
"Sorry." I said.
How the hell did I get here? Bewildered rants from a stay at home dad. A disenfranchised rummage around the bottom of the nappy bin.
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