Super thrilled to have a nice little front page piece in Grazia today, about mums, and.....drinking.
Because obviously none of us EVER do this, and any mother who gets steam-rollered once in a while on a Sunday afternoon should be strung up by her pissed fallopian tubes and hung out until she's as dry as the skin under her eyes.
Or . . . not that.
I'm particularly thrilled that the lovely editors left 'Smågasdinklverhöftenblatten crisps' in there.
It's these little details that make a writer very happy.
Click HERE to read it.
Or.....go get your copy now.
NOW, I tell you.
Thank you :)