While your boyfriend sits there pissing himself laughing knowing full well your hatred of them.
What a year. Where did it go? I’m wracking my brain on what happened this year but I can’t remember what I did in March or May or June. It all becomes a blur when you’re old and were previously drinking most days of the week.
This was a very easy read; the Post family head on holiday to Mallorca, escaping their dismal lives, full of lies in Manhattan. Of course, all the cans of worms open and chaos ensues. None of the characters grabbed me, nor were they colourful enough for me. A little predictable, but an easy, enjoyable read nonetheless. Perfect for a holiday or aeroplane novel!
We said we’d still eat Whole 30 compliant during the week. We said we’d not touch carbs. WE LIED. I’ve eaten so many goddamn Christmas mince pies that I’ve lost count. I’ve scoffed cheese/chocolate/shortbread. EVERYTHING.