We were watching X Factor on Saturday night.
It was quiet, calm, the baby was in bed and actually sleeping which is remarkable in itself.
Steve and I were sharing a bottle of wine and a bar of chocolate when suddenly:
Steve: Remember Misha B?
Me: From a few years ago? She could really sing.
Steve: She was a twatbox.
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