Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s THE BLOOD OF HER INFANT CHILD. Welcome to Amsterdam
It’s our pilot episode, although even if it’s shit, we have to film the series
Moving out of your family home doesn’t have to be sad. Does it?
Would-be letting agents are insulting me and our school is parading all that we shall miss. It is possible that I’m taking it all a bit personally.
The five year old has found her voice the same week that I’ve lost mine.
It is half term and we are putting Amsterdam before the most ruthless and unforgiving of juries; our children and my mother.
Or, why being a London Wanker is really really hard sometimes