I think it’s telling that the only photo of me amongst the four years’ worth of iPad back catalogue is me in my cycling gear weeping because I felt too tired to go out. Literally no other evidence of my existence. The only time my twatbag husband showed the wherewithal to take a photo was while he was pissing himself as I wept.
What isn’t clear here is that, under the dayglo, I’m dressed as Dolly Parton and have a blonde wig stuffed in my beach bag.
This basically is all you need to know about me: a very tired Dolly fan.