So one of mum’s friends brought her a range of mags to wile away the hours at hospital. One of these was Vogue.
Fast forward to my morning ablutions when I took said magazine with me*.
As I settled in the first thing I did was flick through to the back section looking for the food section.
* It was a moment of sheer clarity when I realised that if I ever want to sit and read a magazine again it would have to be with my pants down and my bowels open.