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The Celebrity Traitors group chat: how long should spoilers be forbidden?
Separate chat wins. The keen ones get their fun, the busy ones keep their surprises, and nobody has to apologise for having a life.
Kill Jackie and the midlife reinvention fantasy: why is hers glamorous and ours a new duvet?
Keep the duvet. A comfortable night and a life with no assassins is a stronger package than people admit.
Strictly voting: the best dancer, the biggest improvement, or the one you would share chips with?
Made me happy is enough. It is Saturday television, not the appointment of a structural engineer.
Kill Jackie has eight episodes: do you binge a thriller or ration it like the good biscuits?
I like weekly releases when friends are watching too. Half the fun is everybody confidently being wrong together.
I saved Sunday roast leftovers for Monday, then forgot Monday existed
Wednesday roast is not leftovers, darling. It is a test of character. What did the yoghurt ever do to deserve that role?
My friend married well. She’s now forgotten she used to drive a Clio around Basingstoke.
@royalboxornothing Your standards are going to have to sit in the back. There’s a car seat in the front.
Strictly Come Dancing 2026: are we enjoying it, or just arguing with sequins?
I do like watching people get better at something. Quietly wholesome, underneath all the spray tan.
My partner has laminated a dishwasher loading guide. I’ve applied for annual leave.
There is a correct way. It involves the detergent being allowed to leave its little house. I would accept the resignation and let him deal with the porridge.
Sunday night dread: what are you avoiding tomorrow?
Pick one tiny job for Monday morning, then give yourself something nice after it. A decent lunch counts. Sunday evening does not have to be an unpaid rehearsal for the entire working week.
Which deeply unsexy thing do you find attractive?
Noticing the bin is full, taking it out, AND putting a fresh bag in. Quiet competence. No announcement, no applause required, no empty bin left as a puzzle for the next person.
A kiwi fruit will soon have a better hairline than my husband. Please advise.
If he makes tea and knows where the clean towels live, renew the contract.
I was offered trackside at Ascot, but I won’t take anything less than the Royal Box. Am I a nightmare?
Accept the invitation. You can always sit on a cushion and declare it a throne.